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Bequest of 

~T)jLUsrJL^ H-, iqj-o 


DEC 4 1920 







they are out of doors all day long— Darning 
in the sea, golfing, playing tennis, or 
motoring over English-built roads. Every- 
body goes fishing and returns with a catch. 

Climbing the Blue mountains is a favorite 
sport, too, while the many places of sur 
passing beauty and of historic and roman- 
tic associations afford the most delightful 
of short tours. 

Don't you need a week or two of summer 

Jamaica is only four days' sail on perfectly 
appointed twin-screw steamers, from the ice- 
clogged harbors of Boston or Philadelphia. 
Splendid hotels provide every comfort. 
Steamers sail every week. Round trip, 
including meals and staterooms, $45.00. 

Why not learn more about this beautiful 
island by sending for our free illustrated 
brochure, "A Happy Month in Jamaica," 
and our monthly, "The Golden Caribbean." 

Long Wharf, Boston 


5 N. Wharves, Philadelphia, Pa. 

321 St. Charles St., New Orleans. 

Tourist Agents. 

104 E. Pratt St., Baltimore 


T I S B R 

Fill in the three subscription blanks below, mail them 
with $3.00 to "Recreation," 23 W. 24th St., N.Y. 
City, and we will immediately send you any one of 
the following articles you may select. They are all 
standard goods of reliable manufacturers- 

Marble Safety Axe No. 5 
Tubular Flash and Search Light 
Ideal Casting Reel No. 464 
Winter's Pneumatic Recoil Pad 
Sportsman's Knife No 61 
Large French Briar Pipe 

"Gee" Minnow Trap 
Line Drying Reel No. 1 
"Champion" Fly Book 
Hunting Hat 
Rubber Camp Blanket 
Willow Fishing Creel 













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5 cents a word, each initial and figure counting as one word. No advertisement will be inserted at 
less than fifty cents. Cash must invariably accompany the order. A discount of 10 per cent, may 
be deducted from a twelve-time order. It is possible through this department to reach nearly 400,000 peo- 
ple twelve times a year for the sum of $6.00. Display type and illustrations at regular rates. 


Game plenty. 

H. H. Smith, Brookville, Pa. 

gROKEN BEAGLES AND PUPS.— 20 dogs, 30 pups, 
from $10 up. Send for pictured circular, free, 
giving cut of each dog and brood and bitch. 

S. B. Arthurs, Brookville, Pa. 

TT HE LARGEST Pointer Kennel in the World is 

Bar Harbor Kennels, 

Bar Harbor, Maine. 



EAGLE HOUNDS— Young and mature stock, 
better. All eligible and bred to hunt. 

"Debonair/' South End. Gloversville, N. Y. 

T? OR SALE: Pointers, puppies. Cheap. Address 

Chas. Hamman, Shiloh, Ohio. 

"P VERY DOG FANCIER should have a copy of the 
■*-* second edition of the Symposium on Distemper — 
16 pages. Send 10 cents in stamps for copy, including 
handsome souvenir postal card of champion dog. 

C. S. R. Co., 503 W. 140th St., N. Y. City. 

POR SALE — Four English Setter Pups, two dogs, 
L two bitches, whelped May 22d. Color, white and 
lemon. Best hunting stock, and eligible to registration. 
Dogs, $20; bitches, $15. Pedigree on application. 

E. J. Heffelman, Canton, Ohio. 


Breeders of English 
S Setters. A postal brings 
I you printed lists of shoot- 
I ing dogs, brood bitches 
i and puppies, for sale 
H at all times. The Im- 
... »**..«..... J ported English Set- 
ter, "Lingfield Bragg" at stud. He is a Field Trial Winner 
and also a l'hirty-six Times Bench Winner. Send for handsome 
Illustrated Souvenir booklet of this great dog. 
R. S. Barrett, 916-A., State Life Bldg., Indianapolis, Ind. 



For sale by all Grocers and Sporting Goods dealers, 
for our special premium offer. YOUNG'S BISCUIT 
89 Fulton Street, Boston, Mass. 



\/[ T. IDA KENNELS Blue Blooded Boston Terriers. 
iVJ - 85 Topliff Street, Dorchester, Mass. Puppies, studs 
and brood bitches always on hand. 


SS ON = 

Dog Diseases 


Mailed Free to any address by the author 

H. Clay Glover, D. V. S. - 1278 Broadway, N. Y, 

'OR SALE — Live 1905 Mule Deer, in fine condition. 
Cheap. H. P. Westcott, 

Alden, N. Y. 


ers are straight bred and unexcelled for size. VVe 
have supplied equipment for many of the finest estates 
jjw-s «u^ in America. Our plant is the largest and best 
uyyilJ in the world. During the past year we sold 
jjs4^( more Homers than all other pigeon breeders 
Uyyy and importers in America combined. There is 
a reason for this; look around before buying. 
We publish a full line of printed matter, covering every 
detail of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, 
"How to Make Money with Squabs." Visitors welcome 
at our plant and Boston office. Address, f^Plf^CQ 

&[}&}&}&} ffl Plymouth Rock Squab Co., S^\^ 
t^^^^^^7^!/ 402 Howard Street, Melrose, Mass. 


Just to introduce our Selected Imported Belgian 
Homers, we will give FREE a complete outfit for breed- 
ing squabs. Send 4 cents in stamps for our special 
offer circular which tells you all. There are no better 
Homers in America than our birds, and our prices are 
lower than any other firm. Remember, we are the larg- 
est importers in America. We also have all kinds of 
Pheasants, Swan, Peacocks, Wild and Fancy Waterfowls, 
Turkeys, White Guineas, Poultry, Collie Dogs, Fancy 
Pigeons and Imported Angora Cats. Write for what 
you want. Cape Cod Squab, Poultry and Game Farm, 

Box G, Wellfleet, Mass. 


f)0 YOU USE RUBBER STAMPS? We make the 
best rubber stamps and stencils in New York. Pro- 
tectograph, the best safety check protector made. Rubber 
Type Alphabets, 5 A fonts, $1.10 postpaid. Send postal 
for circular. 

Abram Aarons, 16 J/2 University Place, N. Y. 

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T")ON'T WASTE the trophies of your prowess! Make 
sport more than pay for itself by taking my 
COMPLETE correspondence course in TAXIDERMY, $i. 
Individual instruction. Others cost $10 and up. Scud 
price to Clarence Birdseye, Jr., 

42 Broadway, New York City. 

pOR SALE— The head of Old McKinley, the famous 
old Buffalo Bull, beautifully mounted, clear to the 
shoulder. Can be seen at 

Wm. W. Harts, 451 Seventh Ave., N. Y. 
Write for particulars. Mention Recreation. 


"DUFFALO HORNS, matched pairs, polished and mount - 
ed; also make into showy hall racks; flint-lock 
pistols; Indian relics, ancient and modern; Navajo 
blankets; elk tusks; old brass, pewter and crockery. Il- 
lustrated lists, 2 cents. N. Carter, Elkhorn, Wis. 


^ change and receive beautiful post-cards for your 
collection from collectors all over the country. Member- 
ship, ten cents; send stamps or silver. Do it now. 

International Souvenir Post-Card Exchange, 

Dept. R., Box 1332, Springfield, Mass. 


(P- h C PAID FOR RARE 1853 QUARTERS; $4 paid 
•Pj'/J for 1804 dimes; $15 paid for 1858 dollars; 

big prices paid for hundreds of other dates; keep all 
money coined before 1879 and send 10 cents at once 
for a set of two coin and stamp value books. It may 
mean a fortune to you. 

Address C. F. Clarke, Agent, 

Le Roy, N. Y., Dept. 3. 


A LIVE BALD EAGLE. Fine specimen, age six. Who 
wants it? Sell to highest offer. Reason for selling, 
going to Canada. 

John J. Hynde, Puncsutawney, Pa. 



EFORE SUBSCRIBING, write Hill & Floyd, 

815 Elevents Street, Washington, D. C. 

tc CCOOTER" PHOTOS. Send 50 cents in stamps for 
^ a fine large photograph of a South Bay "Scooter" — 
the wonderful boat that sails on ice or water. Faster 
than an ice-boat. This is the home of the "Scooter." 
I photograph them. Have a large assortment. "Scooter" 
post cards 5 cents each. 

II. S. Con klin, Photographer, 
Dept. A. 29 Ocean Ave., Patchogue, N. Y. 

trated book of 240 pages; very Interesting, and a 
year's subscription to "The Columbian," a large 16-page, 
64-column, illustrated story-paper,, all post paid for 20 
cents. Order early C. F. Clarke, Agent,.. 

Dept. 3, LeRoy, N. Y. 

"\A7ITII Presto-Tan a boy can tan furs for rugs, mittens, 
etc., in 36 hours. Full-size package and how to 
tan furs, 50 cents, prepaid. No stamps. 

EMILE Skverine, Stromsberg, Neb. 


A PARTM ENTS, 3 to 7 rooms 1 a< h , rooi 

gle and en suite The I Human, Apartment 
and European Hotel, Marshall COOPER, Mgr., 
7th and Figuerda, Los Angeles, Cal. Booklet 
mailed free. 


g IG GAME. Hunting on the Head Waters of the 
Stickine River. I am better prepared than ever to 
furnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 
1905. Moose, caribou, Stone's sheep, goat, black, brown 
and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundre'd miles 
of Telegraph Creek. Season opens September ist. 

References: Andrew J. Stone, J. R. Bradley, T. T. 
Reese. J. Frank Callbreath, Telegraph Creek, B. C. 

Via Wrangle, Alaska. 

The Finest Property 


Lake George 

For Sale 


Lake George 


Situated near the west shore of the lake, 
ten miles from Lake George village, near 
the great Sagamore Hotel. One mile from 
Bolton Landing. Island is seven (7) acres 
in extent and is heavily wooded, with good 
soil. Fine tennis courts ; good croquet 

House has fourteen (14) rooms, includ- 
ing bath room, servants' room, butler's pan- 
try. There is a separate laundry building, 
ice house, billiard rooms, power house, con- 
taining electric plant, and a shop containing 
all necessary tools. 

There are: boat house, docks, t 1 r""e good 
rowboats, 17-ft. launch and the 60-ft. steam 
yacht Crusader. 

This island and all that goes with it is the 
property of a wealthy man who desires to 
sell for a mere fraction of what he paid for 
the property. 

Price, $60,000 if taken at once, through 


" Recreation " 
23 West 24th Street New York 

When corresponding with advertisers please mention "Recreation' 

Around Our Camp Fire 

/ leave this rule for others when Fm dead, 
Be always sure you're right — then go ahead. 


The ordinary, everyday novel contains 
from 80,000 to 100,000 words. Recreation 
contains generally from seventy to seventy- 
five thousand words. In the course of a year, 
a subscriber to Recreation receives at least 
840,000 words. In addition to that he gets a 
large number of the most beautiful re- 
productions of sporting scenes that have 
ever been given away in any country. We 
say advisedly "given away" because the price 
that the reader pays hardly reimburses the 
publisher for the white paper used. 

A Good Thing 

Yes, it is quite evident that 'he readers of 
Recreation have a good thing, A very good 
thing. And it is small matter for astonish- 
ment that a very large percentage of the 
sportsmen of this country begin to realize 
what wonderful value is being given. Dur- 
ing the autumn we offered a premium com- 
petition on a somewhat unusual plan. The 
results are now before us and we think they 
will interest our friends. We offered the 
worker who would ob- 
tain the most subscrip- f . : , 

tions a bonus equal to ■ • • . " . 

half of the value of his IhhUJ 

subscriptions, in addi- 
tion to his usual com- ^m*v^f*v*v*** 
mission of forty cents "'f-Hrl 
per subscription in pre- 
mium coupons. To the 
second we offered a 
bonus equal to one- 
quarter of the value of 
his subscriptions, which 
would be added, as in 
the first instance, to his 
original commission. 
The third prize man 
was to receive ten per 
cent, of the value of his 
subscriptions, in addi- 
tion to his commission. 

These generous offers 
caused our friends to 
get to work and the 
winners turned up 
among our Canadian 

The first position was 

won by Mr. R. O. Montambault, P. O. Box 
394, Quebec, Canada, who turned in 75 sub- 
scriptions, thereby earning $37.50 in cold 

The second position was secured by Mr. 
J. B. Matte, 36 Rue de la Fabrique, Quebec, 
Canada, who turned in 72 subscriptions, 
thereby becoming entitled to a' check for $18. 

The third man on the list was Mr. Wm. C. 
Kistle, gy 2 N. Oklahoma street, Butte, Mon- 
tana, who secured 40 subscriptions and won 
a bonus of $4. 

Nothing Succeeds But Work 

Work is the great remedy for pain, beat- 
ing any patent medicine hollow. Work is not 
only its own reward but it brings other re- 
wards in its turn. Therefore, we say to our 
good friends, work for Recreation. Keep 
everlastingly at it. Send us in subscriptions 
until we can announce, as we hope to do some 
day in the not too far distant future, that we 
have 100,000 good and true men and women 
upon our subscription list, and that as a liv- 
ing force for the pro- 
tection of American 
game Recreation oc- 
cupies a position which 
' ,j none can dispute. 

Modesty a Drawback 

If we only had the 
assertive verbosity of 
some of our compet- 
itors, what position 
might we not aspire 
to ? Supposing, n o w , 
that we were so filled 
with the great, egotisti- 
cal, Ego, that we took 
up a lot of our valuable 
space, and more of our 
readers' valuable time, 
in making them read 
cute little extracts from 
letters which we re- 
ceive praising Recrea- 
tion. Would not it be 

And what a degree 
of editorial acumen it 
would show. 

Why, there is never a morning that we do 
not find in our mail anywhere from a dozen 
to a score of letters, from men whose friend- 
ship we have won by simply putting out a 
clean, strong, American magazine. 
But don't be afraid. 

We won't do it. 

We know that you will 
take all that for granted, 
and judge us by the pub- 
lication we are placing in 
your hands every thirty 

A Word to our 

It is quite evident that 
a very considerable por- 
tion of our friends do 
not understand the mak- 
ing up of a magazine. 
It is not unusual for a 
contributor to send in 
an article about the 25th 
of the month requesting 
that it appear, without 
fail, in the forthcoming 
issue. Now, with every 
desire to make things pleasant all around and 
do as our friends wish, we invariably find it 
impossible to comply with such requests as, 
by the 25th of the month the forthcoming 
issue has been on the press for about ten 

At this present writing — Christmas week — 
we are making up the February issue, and 
are alreadv turning anx- 
ious glances toward the 
hooks upon which the 
March copy is hanging. 
So you see that you must 
be patient with us and 
give us credit for trying 
to meet your wishes. 

Always send in your 
manuscripts and stories 
as far ahead as you can. 
If you have anything on 
tap that you think will 
be suitable for the late 
Spring or Summer num- 
bers, send it along and 
give us chance to pass 
upon it in good season. 


Preparing Copy 


From the Forest and the Field 

We hold ourselves fortunate in having ob- 
tained an unusual proportion of Idler, and 
stories from practical men. in our judg- 
ment, the day of the professional writer on 
sports has passed. lie. 
had a long inning but he 
did not wear well. 1 1 Is 
not true that there ire 
only a score or so of 
men, among eighty mil- 
lions, who are able to 
write upon sporting sub- 
jects, though this impres- 
sion might be gained by 
looking at the back num- 
bers of some magazines. 
Rifles, shotguns, pis- 
tols and fishing rods are 
sold by the million and 
among those who use 
them there are many men 
and women who are 
quite competent and 
more than willing to tell 
their fellow enthusiasts 
what they have done, 
where they went, how they got there, and 
the equipment they found best suited to the 
particular sport in which they engaged. 

It is to this contingent that we confidently 
appeal, assuring them that the pages of 
Recreation are ever open to those who can 
tell an interesting, straightforward story, and 
we would add that we dearly love good pho- 

Game Preservation 

In the preparation of 

copy even those that 

cannot claim to be 

trained literary craftsmen may help consider- 
ably by attending to a few simple rules. 
Never write upon the two sides of the paper. 
Write as distinctly, as possible and leave am- 
ple space between the lines for possible edi- 
torial revision. These things are even more 
important than purity of diction. 

An uncompromising fight for 
the protection , preservation and 
propagation of all game; placing 
a sane limit on the hag that can 
he taken in a day or season; the 
prevention of the shipment or 
transportation of game, except 
in limited quantities, and then 
only when accompanied hy the 
party who killed it; the prohi- 
bition of the sale of game. These 
are i{ Recreation V slogans now 
and forever. 

The true sportsman is 
a born game preserver, 
not only from motives of 
humanity, but also large- 
ly from self-interest. He 
has seen the deplorable 
effect of indiscriminate 
game slaughter, and he 
knows full well that his 
only chance of indulging 
in his favorite avocation 
is through the preserva- 
tion of the game animals 
and birds that he pur- 
sues. Let each reader 
of Recreation constitute 
himself a committee of 
one to enforce the game 
laws, and let him also be 
ceaseless in his endeav- 
ors to improve the laws that are on the 
statute books, wherever, in his judgment as 
an expert, he considers they need improve- 

The other morning one of our friends from up the valley of the Hudson 
dropped in. "I tell you what it is, Mr. Ford," said he, ''that page of yours is 
the greatest institution of this country. Why, the boys up my way can hardly 
wait for the next number of Recreation, and the very first thing they make a dive 
for is vour page. Every purchase or sale that we have made through you has been 
an everlasting success." 

Although I hate to say so, candor forces me to acknowledge that Frank 
Ford has been most phenomenally successful in his dealings. Yet, I feel that 
during the year that has just opened my transactions will be on an even larger 
and more successful scale than in 1905. My business must grow just as the aval- 
anche grows — at first a tiny patch of snow breaks away high up on the mountain- 
side, but as it rolls toward the valley it increases ever in size, until, at length, with 
a mighty rush and roar that can be heard for miles it spreads out from the foot 
of the slope, over the whole country side. Beginning in a comparatively small 
way Frank Ford is now doing a regular land office business. It is the square 
dealing and the small commission that make him, so popular. 

I can sell you an Irish terrier dog, twenty 
(20) months old, clean, and safe with chil- 
dren. A good watch dog, affectionate, yet 
with plenty of spirit. No: a show dog but a 
bully good companion. Mention Mr. J. B. 
Carson when you write. 

Wilfred Wheeler will sell two (2) fox- 
hound pups, dog and bitch, six months old, 
good strain, for $20 or he will exchange for 
a new Savage .303 or 30-30 carbine. 

One of my British friends wants to sell a 
light, 12 bore, made in England, in excellent 
condition. In fact, equal to new. It is a 
double 12 bore, with 30-inch barrels, choke. 
He paid $75 for it in Birmingham, but is 
willing to accept $36 in cash. The gun weighs 
6^4 pounds. Mention Mr. W. Wilson when 
you send your check. 

Mr. Oglevee desires to part with a new 
Savage .22 calibre, 1903 Model repeater. 
Good as new. With brass cleaning rod and 
two magazines, fitted with Marble Auto- 
matic Flexible rear sight. What cash offer? 
List price of the outfit is $17. 

Mr. Oglevee also desires to sell a Baker, 
Grade "A," Hammerless 12 Ga. shot gun, 30- 
in. barrels, 7^4 lbs., stock 14 x 13 in., fine Da- 
mascus barrels, full choke, list price $42.75. 
Will take $25. 

• It is quite useless, my friends, you writing 
to me to know if certain things are sold that 
were advertised months ago. Of course, they 
are sold. Sometimes they could have been 
sold twenty times over. Goodness only 
knows how many Luger Pistols I could have 
sold, for instance, and I have had a number 
of inquiries for black wolves. Yet, the sup- 
ply was distinctly limited at the price I was 
able to quote. If you are looking for any- 
thing on this page, take my advice and send 
off your post-office order just as soon as you 
see anything mentioned that you feel you 
want. You run absolutely no risk as, if you 
so instruct, I will hold your check until you 
notify me that you are satisfied. Only, of 
course, you will have to pay expressage en 
the article, whatever it may be, both ways, 
if necessary. 

Mr. W. M. Phillip offers a 25-30 Winches- 
ter Rifle, '92 Model, with set of reloading 
tools and Lyman combination, target and 
sporting sights, in good condition. The out- 
fit cost $22.75 and he wants $15. 

What can be nicer than a good gun cab- 
inet? When you go into your snug break- 
fast room and the little wifie pours your tea 
or coffee out of the hissing urn, and you put 
the ham and eggs, and other delicacies, where 

Vol. XXIV 

Number 1 


A Monthly Devoted to Everything the Name Implies 

Dan Beard, Editor 




Cover Design . Roy Martell Mason 

The Great South Bay ....... ! . Ca P t. Will Graham 



The Spirit of the Po-tog-on-og ...... i va n Swift 



Sport On Long Island Charles A. Bramble 



Her First Moose . . . . . . . . Mrs . j oftn f. Van Saun 



The Woods Sophie Earl 



When the Indian Passes . . . . . . . Anna C. Ruddy 



Quail Hammond K. Schofield 

Illuslrated Verses 


The Mystery of the Blue Goose ..... Dan Beard 


Picture Making by a Parlor Window . . . . Felix Raymer 



Woodcock Hunting in New York State . . . . l. B. Cooper 



To Present Lake Without Guides . . . . . c. G. Willoughby 



Bait Casting in Florida Billy Bass 


A Leaf From My Sketch Book . . . . p an Beard 






The contents of this magazine are copyrighted and musl not be reprinted without permission. 

WM. E. ANNIS, Publisher, 23 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York 

Copyrifhted, BQ05, by Wm. E. Annit 

Entered at the New York Post-office as Second Class Matter 


they will do the most good, how pleasant to Mr. Gordon F. Willey will take $6.50 for a 

cast your eye over a nicely polished gun case, Winchester Repeater, Cal. .22, Model 1890, 

containing a collection of death-dealing weap- and he will sell an Iver Johnson Safety 

ons that have been companions to you in the Hammerless Revolver, Cal. .38, for $3. 
field and an inspiration to you in the home? 
Well, hoys, if this little picture strikes 

your fancy, just drop me a short private Mr. Grover Sharp wants to sell a 45-90, 

communication, and mark the upper left- '86 Model Winchester, with Lyman sight and 

hand corner of your envelope, "Gun Cabi- all sorts of extras. The whole cost him $30. 

net Correspondence." He will accept $15 in full payment. 

Mrs. R. J. Reilly has a nice little Cocker 
Spaniel bitch, one year old, accustomed to ^ is not every day that a Daly, 3-barrel, 
living in the house. She will sell cheap or $ 2 oo grade gun is on the market, but Mr. 
exchange for a bull-dog that knows how to W. E. Derry will sell one for $125 cash. It 
handle a book agent. 1S a hammerless, .12 grade, 7% lbs., 28-in. bar- 
rels, 2.y% in. drop by 14 in. and shoots 30-30 

.Air. H. C. Baldridge is willing to dispose ri % cartridge in the third barrel. 

of a .12 Ga. L. C. Smith Hammerless, No. 2, H The sa , me g entle , mai l wl11 "J 1 a $ 2 35 Sauer 

32-in barrels, weight 10 lbs. He asks $40. . Hammerless Gun f or $125 cash. 

Mr. M. L. Pealer will sell a Double Anas- Many of my readers are trappers. If you 

tigmat lens, working at F 6.8, and covering want a good book on trapping, send me One 

an 8 x 10 plate at full opening, with Woolen- Dollar and you will receive it as quickly as 

sak Shutter for $22. It cost him $37. Uncle Sam can carry it. 

— Our esteemed contributor, Mrs. Irene Pomeroy Shields, published some 
lines, in another publication, unfortunately, that have remained fixed in the gray 
matter that I am pleased to call my brain. They are as follows: 

" 'Get a move on,' my son, 'get a move on,' 

" 'Who squanders his time is a dunce, 
" 'Why, even the planet we live on, 

" 'Is making two motions at once. 
" 'And if earth with her ages uncounted, 

" 'Goes whirling around night and day, 
" 'Then man, through his short span allotted, 

" 'Has no time to idle away." 

This is good advice., and I have been carrying it out in theory for many 
years. I also want you fellows to get a move on and make this page of mine 
the medium of more real, live business transactions, back and forth between friends, 
than any similar page published on the continent. 

Almost every member of Recreation's great family has something he or 
she wants to sell, or knows of something he or she would like to buy. Now, that 
you have the privilege of transacting dealings through an absolutely honest broker,, 
get busy! 

I wonder why more taxidermists do not advertise in Recreation ? Only 
the other day I happened to drop into Edward Von Hofe's Fishing Tackle Em- 
porium, on Fulton street, and noticed a superb specimen of the Amber Jack. It 
seems this magnificent fish weighed ninety-two< pounds when caught at Palm 
Beach, and it is believed to be the record of its species caught on -the rod. But the 
reason I allude to it more particularly is, that the artist who can do such perfect 
work — for the fish seems almost alive — makes a mistake in hiding his light under 
a bushel. I predict that, if that man put a card in Recreation, he would become 
enormously wealthy. 

FRANK FORD, Information Dept., Recreation, 23 Wesl 24th Street, N. Y. 



Drawn by Walter King Stone 




No. 1 



■* -**%'», % ■%*■ • ■■■■ 

HERE is not any 
playground (if I 
may use the word 
ground instead of 
water) near New 
York so prolific of 
genuine sport and 
variety of enjoy- 
ment and recreation as the Great 
South Bay. Being, as it is, surrounded 
by land, and a harbor possible where 
e'er you may choose to cast an anchor, 
the most timid are conscious of a sense 
of security, and consequently the men 
who cater to those who love 

"A wet sheet and a flowing sail, and 
"A wind that follows fast," 

are constantly employed providing 
sport for the lucky ones who have the 
time and the needful to indulge in the 
glorious pastimes this inland sea af- 

From Fire Island inlet to its further 
eastern extremity the bay varies in 
depth from three fathoms to wading 
water, and so irregular is the bottom 
that the uninitiated, with other than a 
Great South Bay craft, would have no 
more chance of crossing its bosom sans 
mishap than the proverbial "snowball, 

Bounded on the north shore by the 
south side of Long Island, and on the 
south by that long, low raking stretch 
of sand dunes, on the other side of 
which thunders the breakers of the 
deeply, green Atlantic. 

W)ild and dreary, desolate and 

grand, strange fertile little valleys, here 
and there protected from the salty 
spray, nestle 'mid the hills of sand, 
and, odd as it may seem, act as cover 
for partridge, quail, rabbity and fox. 
Miles of meadows and little ponds, 
where the black duck and the teal 
abound and big wild geese love to rest 
their weary wings. A fisherman's hut, 
a government life-saving station, a 
long row of little telephone poles 
dying away in hazy perspective. The 
beaten-to-death ribs of a gallant ship. 
That tract of white sand, dead dog fish, 
drift wood, and the picture is before 
you. Then the air — is there such any- 
where else? 


In this little sketch of the Great South 
Bay I don't want to get unnecessarily poetical 
or funny-house. Take it for granted that 
there is five hundred words embodied herein 
relating to the air, and that all I say is 
barely enough to describe it. 

The air is good ! 

Sailing is so well understood, so 
popular and universal a sport, I won't 
go into any detail in this regard, but of 
sailing and duck shooting in the good 
old winter time, with a battery amid- 
ships and a stool boat in tow, we will 
a few words venture. 

'And fills the white and rustling sail 
'And bends the gallant mast." 

The manner in which this rig is 
carried may be of interest, and to de- 
scribe the methods a sketch of a sloop 
with outfit for duck shooting will be 


the quickest and most comprehensible. 

Having determined where to rig out, 
the sloop is brought to an anchor, the 
gunner has taken soundings, a de2th of 
four feet may be the result. 

The first thing is to get the box over 
the side, then the head fender is at- 
tached. Different gunners have differ- 
ent methods. 

The next thing is generally the plac- 
ing of the weights in position, the ob- 
ject being to bring the box level with 
the water when the sportsmen take 
their position. (At a distance of ioo 
yards, a box and the men within it are 

The box is then anchored fore and 

aft, the head fender facing the wind. 
Then the decoys are placed around in 
such shape as to, if possible, draw the 
attention of the wild cluck to the foot 
of the box, as it is difficult to shoot 
birds swinging in at the head. 

In the case of the wind shifting, it is 
always necessary to adjust the box, ob- 
serving the same law as in the original 
rigging, i. e., head fender to the wind. 
The purpose of this fender, which is 
composed of long laths and strong 
cloth, is to break the force of the sea. 
Another precaution against rough 
water is a strip of lead around the edge 
of the box, which can be raised at will. 

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shells in the machine, the gunner re- 
turns to the sloop, weighs anchor, and 
makes short sail ; weather conditions 
determine just about how far he shall 
leave the battery. Should an attending 
sloop in her anxiety to stir up the birds, 
get away so far as to be of no use in a 
case of emergency, the following tac- 
tics should be adopted by the men in 
the box. 

Say it suddenly blows up and the sea 
runs high. The first thing you would 
do would be to raise the lead strip be- 
fore mentioned. This being inade- 
quate to prevent the inroad of the 
water a line should be made fast to as 
many of your iron stools (which are 
on deck of the box) as possible, and the 

same thrown over the tail end. This 
will lighten your craft some and you 
will float higher and manage to keep 
out of the water till the sloop arrives, 
which she will surely do, as those in 
charge understand your condition. 

One day I had a couple of good 
boys rigged all serene ; weather steady 
and no cause for worry about the bat- 
tery. So I sailed away after a raft of 
birds two miles off. We succeeded in 
getting them up, and had the pleasure 
of seeing them fly in twos and tens to 
where we knew our outfit lay. Then 
we beat back. Judge of my annoyance 
on getting close to the boys to see 
them (as I thought) setting vis a vis 
on the deck of the box. I signaled to 


them to "get down," and received no 
satisfactory response. Closer inspec- 
tion proved that they were standing on 
the deck and that the box was on the 
bottom of the bay. One of their guns 
had "went off" and blown a hole 
through the end of the machine. In 
such an emergency, a cartridge gener- 
ally fits the leak ; sometimes the addi- 
tion of a handkerchief caulks well 
enough till assistance arrives. 

As during the duck-shooting season 
the water is rather cold, it is always 
advisable to rig in shoal water, and in 
never more than three feet deep, though 
I have known baymen to rig in the 
channel, where the lines to the stools 
scarcely touched the bottom. None 
other than experts should ever attempt 
to do this. After many years I have 
come to the conclusion that there is 
none of us who know what ducks are 
going to do, whether they will fly to 
the stool like chickens, in clouds, or 
scud past us one at a time. 

Tireless vigilance is necessary in a 
box, for should such relax for an in- 
stant, that instant will find you unpre- 

pared. On a warm day I have seen 
good sports go to sleep in the machine 
and birds fly in and alight among the 
wooden imitations. I have known 
crack trap shots, men who have met 
the best at Monte Carlo, who couldn't 
get one broadbill out of seventy-five. 

When the wind blows hard is always 
the best time for point shooting, in 
fact. "Let her blow !" and let it be 
good and cold, and it's ten to one ducks 
are flying, although this is neither law 
nor rule. As I said before in different 
words, the more ye know about how 
ducks fly the less ye understand. In 
fine weather, such as we have had dur- 
ing this season, ducks of all breeds are 
liable to assemble in "rafts." The 
word "rafts" may suggest just exactly 
how they assemble. At a distance they 
look like a thick, black line, sometimes 
extending a mile and a half (speaking 
conservatively). When the weather is 
fine this raft generally appears in deep 
water, deeper than possible to rig. Un- 
der such conditions shooting is poor, 
as even suppose the birds are forced to 
take to the air, they will simply de- 


scribe a circle of about five miles cir- 
cumference, and alight just where they 
were before. This year I have seen 
such conditions ; have seen the air alive 
with ducks, and yet they would not 
"stool." They had selected a feeding 
ground — the weather was not interfer- 
ing with their operations. Unlike us 
mortals, they had a good thing, knew 
it, were satisfied, and the result was 
that gunners coming from a distance 
to shoot on the Great South Bay dur- 
ing the last month had the pleasure of 
seeing multitudes of web-footed fowl, 
and yet slim chance to get a bag pre- 
tentious enough to satisfy the demands 
of their own family circle. 

When ducks fly at an outfit in a 
swarm the novice fires into the mass of 
flapping wings and nothing drops ; 
when such a circumstance happens with 
a "vet" he selects his birds, and usually 
gets 'em. 

"Duck or no Duck" (in the bag), I 
make bold to say the outing after duck 

in these waters is fraught with interest, 
excitement and all the elements of 
glorious sport, and he is a poor ex- 
ample of the true sportsman who will 
kick if the luck is bad, and if, owing 
to calm, it takes him five hours to cross 
the bay on his homeward tack. 

As to shells : I have seen everything 
from No. i to No. 9 shot used, before 
everything from black powder, at so 
much a pound, to Ballistite. I've known 
men so very particular as to use No. 6 
in the right and No. 1 in the left, but 
old gunners never do these kind of 
things. They just get in the box with 
a gun you'd be afraid to touch (looks 
like junk), and any old shells left over 
by the boys. 

When shooting from a box use a 
black cloth cap and a grey or black 
sweater. Shun khaki yellow gunning 
coats as you would bad whiskey. Wear 
good rubber boots to the hip. Old- 
fashioned woolen gloves go well. Get 
a good day, shoot a hundred shells, and 


be satisfied to take home twenty birds. 
A good bayman always takes pleasure 
in instructing the novice as to signals 
and decoying tricks, such as kicking the 
foot up to attract the attention of a 
bunch to shoot; not to be in too much 
of a hurry and yet as quick as a flash. 

Point shooting, or shooting from a 
blind off shore, may not offer such 
rapid firing, but will afford to the anti- 
hog just as good sport. Of course, 
when in a blind on shore you may not 
be bothered with some special breeds of 
the duck family, but you can expect 
black duck, shelldrake and coots sure, 
with an occasional call from the best 
that flies. 

It is possible to construct a blind, 
cosey and comfortable, and bid defiance 
to any sort of weather. The difficulty 
is in retrieving your game. The better 
the conditions for point shooting the 
quicker the attendance necessary. I 
had the misfortune to be blown across 
the bay once in a living gale, and noth- 
ing but being a sort of a boatman saved 
me. You can guess how bad it was 
when T had to take off one of my rub- 
ber boots, to "bail out" the boat with. 

This close shave happened attending 

to a point in a sharpie. There is no 
finer sport than battery and blind shoot- 
ing on the Great South Bay. 

Another recreation which has just 
passed its infancy is scootering ; and 
certainly if the number of scooters 
which have been in use on the bay, and 
the number of new ones which will be 
launched this year, as soon as the ice 
forms, be taken into consideration, one 
must admit here is a very popular 
sport. A great deal has been said of the 
scooter. Magazines have sent their pho- 
tographers and writers here to portray 
the little craft at work, and describe its 
uses, so the scooter is not unknown. A 
boat with runners, mainsail and jib, ca- 
pable of making a mile a minute on the 
ice, capable of flopping off the ice into 
the water, and, by good handling, able 
to mount on the ice again. Clubs have 
been formed along the bay front, and 
an association, The Great South Bay 
Scooter Association, will take care of 
the management of contests and make 
laws to govern the sport. 

A scooter race is always intensely in- 
teresting. The little craft are off and 
'round the stakes light lightning. A 
more exciting and thrilling picture does 


not exist in the world of sport than a 
scooter, with four of a crew under full 
sail and with a good breeze rounding 
a stake. 

Two men in a scooter caught a wild 
duck on the wing. Seeing a black 
speck on the ice a mile away, with no 
particular aim in view but to make 
rapid flights across the bay, this ob- 
ject suggested a mark to run for. When 
within three hundred yards they knew 
it was a duck. 

"Let's see if we can get it !" shouted 
the man at the main sheet. Before the 

words had left his lips they were upon 
it. Up in the air went the duck, and 
the man at the jib reached for it and 
caught it. 

A fox has been hunted on the ice 
with a scooter, and it is possible to ar- 
range a fox hunt on the bay should no 
interference occur. Along the sand 
dunes many a red fox lives, and both 
ocean and bay contribute to his keep. 

Another fine old game is fishing with 
a kite. When the wind blows from the 
northern board your kite is let loose 
over the ocean, with pulley block and 



line, and many a fish has been landed 
in this fashion at the feet of the aerial 
angler. Not the least entertaining and 
interesting event is the hauling of the 
surf nets. 

With a party of gentlemen I have 
walked along the moonlit beach and 
kicked fish ashore. It is a quiet night, 
and whiting and ling are after the shin- 
ers, which hang in close to the water's 
edge. A whiting makes a dart for one 
of these morsels, and finds himself left 
on the sand. This 
is where you wade 
in with your rubber 
boots and assist 
him to where he is 
easily taken. There 
is a great fascina- 
tion about the bay, a 

never-ending source of interest. Visi- 
tors here breathe the air as if they 
meant to store a quantity. Appetites 
are ravenous, and the best of grub is 
always at hand. (The baymen are good 
cooks, and know how to cater to the 
grub end.) Men used to down beds in 
the palace homes of New York sleep 
in any old place, get up and stretch as 
they did when they were growing, 
shake themselves like Newfoundland 
dogs, and are ready for anything. And 
I have yet to 
m e et the man, 
woman or child 
who didn't ter- 
minate a vacation 
ion the Great South 
Bay with a sigh of 



The Spirit of the Po-tog-on~og 


Out of the fog 

Of a Michigan bog — 

A hump and a bump! 

And a thump ! thump ! thump ! 

It's never a bittern or blubbering frog 

Calling a bug or a polly-go-wog — 

But the moan of the ghost of the Po-tog-on-og ! 

Tlump ! tlump ! tlump 

It's not the clog 

Of Gog-ma-gog — 

Come up with a jump 

And a clump ! clump ! clump ! 

Or the guttural blurt of a beagle dog, 

Nor yet the grunt of a Jibway hog — 

But the wail of the hosts of the Po-tog-on-og ! 

Tlump! tlump! tlump! 

Time will jog 

And jump his cog, 

But never can trump 

The stump, stump, stump, 

That gulluped the fog for a morning grog — 

The spook of a corn-mill made of a log 

Will guard at the grave of the Po-tog-on-og ! 

Tlump ! tlump ! tlump ! 

* Po-tog-on-og is the plural of Ojibway for the hollow log used in 
pounding wild rice. — Editor. 




VERY New Yorker 
who has a drop of 
sporting blood in 
his veins knows, at 
least in a hazy, 
indefinite fashion, 
that there is more 
or less sport to be 
had on Long Island. He knows that 
somewhere or other great quantities of 
wild fowl are occasionally shot. He has 
also heard legends of more or less 
mythical quail, and the deer hunting is 
brought to his notice prominently each 
November when ten hundred irrespon- 
sible, irrational gunners descend upon 
the island to shoot deer and one an- 
other. This is, indeed, a strenuous time 
in the lives of the natives. A careful 
computation shows that 765 shots are 
fired for every head of game brought 
down, while the percentage of mor- 
tality amongst the hunters may av- 
erage one for every score of deer 
brought to bag. But of exact knowl- 
edge concerning Long Island's re- 
sources amongst the said New Yorkers 
there is a painful lack. Let it be my 
endeavor to supply, as far as possible, 
in one brief paper, some precise infor- 

Having before us the map of Long 
Island, we may dismiss as unworthy of 
further consideration all those over- 
civilized regions to the westward of a 
line drawn from Hempstead Harbor to 
East Rockaway. Here an epidemic of 
bricks and mortar, cheap cottages and 
electric railroads, form an unpromis- 
ing combination from which the sports- 
man is only too glad to cut loose. To 
the eastward of this imaginary dead 
line, we shall find, however, many 
places where the man with easily con- 
tented spirit and good stock of per- 
severance may secure quite as good a 

reward as he has any right to expect 
so near New York City. 

Indeed, it occasionally happens that 
even further west, Jamaica Bay, to-wit: 
there is quite fair shooting for duck 
during the hard weather. Yet, when 
we have gone so far, why stop short 
of quarters where sport is more cer- 
tain? The waters of Hempstead, South 
O'yster, Great South, Moriches, Shin- 
necock, Great and Little Peconic, Gar- 
diner's and Napeague bays absolutely 
swarm with fowl, from the month of 
October until they freeze up, late in 
December. And during such times good 
bags of wildfowl are made by men who 
know the where, and the how, and pos- 
sess the wherewithal. Babylon, Bay 
Shore, Patchogue, Bayport, Blue 
Point, East Quogue, Canoe Place, Riv- 
erhead, and a dozen other places, are all 
headquarters from which sport may be 
had in the proper season and under 
good conditions. 

The deer-hunting ground is down 
the centre of the island along the main 
line of the Long Island Railroad, from 
Bethpage Junction to Riverhead, the 
best shooting being probably between 
Lake Ronkokoma and Calverton. 

The North Shore is more of a rab- 
bit and quail country, and just at pres- 
ent is not very inviting for reasons that 
will be set forth further on. 

One advantage Long Island may 
claim over most of its rivals is, that 
wherever you go you will find comfort- 
able inns, where, for two dollars a day, 
you can obtain all necessaries and many 

The Long Island Railroad gives a 
superb train service, and by one of its 
many branches you can reach within a 
short drive of the wildest and most un- 
frequented parts of the island. This 
makes it easy. Moreover, the eastern 



Photo by E. A. Jackson 



extremity of Long Island, Montauk 
Point, is but one hundred and twenty 
miles from New York. So that dis- 
tances are short, and seem doubly so 
when covered in the parlor car of an 
express train. 

It has always surprised me to find 
such wild and desolate regions as ex- 
ist in eastern Long Island so near the 
great city. How many know that the 
Great South Beach, as well as many 
large tracts of scrub land simply swarm 
with foxes ? Why, there is better fox 
shooting on the island than perhaps 
anywhere else in Eastern America. 
Quail, unfortunately are, at present ex- 
tremely scarce. The winter of 1904- 
1905 was terribly hard on them, and 
the bevies that were left are small and 
scarce. It was a pity that additional 
protection could not have been given 
the birds this winter. It seems a shame 
to add to the dangers these brave little 
fellows have to face, and against the 
spirit of fair play. What between 
semi-Arctic winters, swarms of foxes, 
and hordes of itinerant shooters, the 

fate of the Long Island quail is not a 
happy one. The island is almost the 
extreme eastern limit of the quail's 
range, and I have no doubt that, since 
the earliest times, the bird has been al- 
ternately fairly abundant or verging on 
extinction. Only in the old days, 
when the Montauk and other Indians 
occupied the island, they no doubt kept 
the foxes down by trapping, and, prob- 
ably, did not bother themselves about 
hunting such a small creature as the 
quail, so that the bird had only the cli- 
mate to contend against. 

A very considerable portion of Long 
Island is taken up by preserves owned 
by individual sportsmen, or by shooting 
clubs ; and I think that within the next 
ten years these preserve areas will be 
largely extended, though, at a little later 
period, land will become too valuable to 
be retained for such a purpose, and 
then dwellings will usurp the places 
now vacant. 

Let us consider, first, the wild fowl 
shooting as it exists in the Great South 
Bay, and other sheltered waters. At 




Seaford, Amityville, Babylon, [slip, 
Bay Port, Blue Point, Patchogue, Bel- 
port, Centre Moriches, East Moriches, 
Eastport, East Quogue, West Hampton 
and Good Ground, you will find guides 
who are up to every move in the game ; 
who have good boats, batteries and de- 
coys, and in one of these you should 
place your trust. A partial list of these 
men is given here : 

Centre Moriches, Suffolk Co., N. Y ( apl 
I). T. Havens, Capt, W E. Pettj 

East Moriches, Suffolk ( o., N )' Capl 
II. c. Smith. 

Eastport, Suffolk Co., N. )'. E I ' uffee 
W. C. Rogers. 

East Quogue E. A. Jackson 

Westhampton, Suffolk Co., N. Y. Howard 

Good Ground, Suffolk Co., N. Y. W. S. 
Raynor, Geo. A. Lane. 

The charges vary from five to twelve 



Seaford, Nassau Co., N. 7. — Nelson Ver- 
ity, Robert Powell, Coles Powell, George 
Verity, Smith Verity. 

Amityville, Suffolk Co., N. Y.—A. W. 
Ketcham, A. Liebeman, Gilson Ketcham, 
Capt. John Purdy, Harry B. Ketcham. 

Babylon, Suffolk Co., N. Y. — Capt. Joshua 
Smalling, Capt. Wm. Saxton, Capt. Augustus 

I slip, Suffolk Co., N. Y.— Harry P. Haft, 
W. L. Jeffrey, C. Snydam. 

Bayport, Suffolk Co., N. 7.— Wm. Brown, 
LeRoy Stell, W. Green. 

Blue Point, Suffolk Co., N. 7.— Capt. Wm. 
Graham, Capt. John Danes. 

Patchogue, Suffolk Co., N. 7.— Monroe 
Ryder, Lem Ackerty, R. E. Bishop. 

Bellport, Suffolk, Co., N. 7.— Capt. Barney 
F. King, Capt. Wilbur A. Corwin. 

dollars a day for duck shooting. This 
includes batteries, boats, board and all 
necessaries, excepting clothing, guns, 
ammunition and liquor. At Patchogue, 
Avhich is a favorite resort of mine, Roe's 
Hotel is most comfortable, and there 
are three men there who thoroughly 
understand sport and who can point the 
way to some good shooting. 

R. E. Bishop, is successful with deer, 
has a good pointer, and knows where 
the scattering bevies of quail are, and 
has also an outfit for Bay Shooting. 

Monroe Ryder, and Lem Ackerly, 
are also in the game. 

Mr. Charles Murdoch is a local gun- 


ner, with a more than local reputation, 
but he will not act as guide, and you 
have to be on his visiting list before you 
can get him to take you under his wing 
and show you sport. 

The South Bay shooting is an art in 
itself. The Great South Bay is a big 
sheet of water, but the water is all on 
the top, and over much of its expanse 
a boat drawing more than a few inches 
will stick fast in the mud ; so it comes 
to pass that the craft in use are usually 
big cabin cat boats, broad of beam and 
shallow of hull, capable, like the late 
President Lincoln's gunboats, of going 
wherever the ground is in the least 

Fine shooting togs are entirely 
thrown away in this sport. The man 
who knows how, when he is equipped 
for business, usually looks like the late 
lamented Captain Kidd after he had 
been away on a two years' cruise ; but 
you remark, if you are fresh from the 
city, that the worse the clothes the bet- 
ter the man. You have replaced the well- 

cut clothing of Fifth avenue and the 
little buttoned shoes of the same dainty 
thoroughfare by rough sweaters and 
gum boots. But you have also left 
behind the narrow-chested pasty-faced 
men of the city, for the great, sturdy, 
broad shouldered, clear eyed baymen. 
So, after all, there is something to be 
thankful for. 

At Blue Point the justly famous Cap- 
tain Will Graham holds court. Not to 
know Captain Graham is to argue 
yourself unknown. His headquarters 
are the Anchorage, and, when you are 
anchored, there is not the slightest dan- 
ger of your ground tackle dragging, 
nor of anything happening to you, be- 
cause you are in a very safe and com- 
fortable roadstead. 

Further on, at East Quogue, E. A. 
Jackson, a prince among baymen, has 
lived for many a long year. Jackson is 
an all-round sportsman, a good shot and 
a good fellow. But I think that if he 
would own to the soft impeachment, his 
particular weakness is the Canada 





^oose. Not but what he occasionally 
knocks over a swan, as he did a few 
days ago, or a white brant, or some 
Dther unwary and deluded fowl, but, 
when you get into the innermost pene- 
tralia of his heart you will find that in 
it is kept a little shrine for the worship 
Df the Canada goose ; and Jackson has 
lad the most exceptional success in per- 
suading these fowl to 
tarry with him. Some 
of the illustrations 
that I am enabled to 
give in this article 
emphasize this point. 
Moreover, Jackson's 
terms are reasonable. 
If you are content 
with duck he will 
only charge you $5 a 
day, and, if you must 
have geese, and lots 
of them, he won't 
charge you more than 
$10, although he has 
everything for the 
comfort of man and 
the discomfort of the 

Yet, with all these 
advantages, Jackson 

is not a perfectly happ) 
man. I lc confided to me, 
after I had pul him 
through a cross-examina- 
tion that would have done 
credit to Mr. Jerome, that 
beach shooting begins just 
four days too late. I f, in- 
stead of allowing him to 
shoot beach birds on 
July 16th, the wise men at 
Albany would consent to 
the season opening on 
July 12th, one of Mr. 
Jackson's deepest sorrows 
would be removed. It 
appears that the small and 
contrary feathered crea- 
tures known as beach 
birds, have a reprehensible 
habit of choosing a date 
between the 12th and 
1 6th of July for a Southern flight, and 
this flight Jackson, being a law-abiding 
man, has to miss. 

He would be perfectly willing to have 
the season end on the 1st of Novem- 
ber if they would only give him those 
four glorious days in July when the 
birds are flying and his finger trigger 
is bothering him quite a lot. 




I wish it were in my power to name 
places where good deer hunting- may 
be had. But the fact is that there is no 
such thing as good deer hunting on the 
island. This animal should be protected 
for two years at least. Otherwise, I 
am afraid that outside a few club 
preserves Long Island deer will be as 
extinct as the Dodo. It is not the vis- 
iting sportsmen who do the damage ; 
they try hard enough, no doubt, to get 
their deer, yet they shoot but few. The 
local men are the dangerous ones. They 

some men shoot io-bores, and even 
8-bores. Nothing larger than a good 
heavy 12 is really necessary. There is 
a great diversity of opinion among 
shooters as to the shot that should be 
used, and the charge best adapted to 
these tough fowl. I consider an 
8-pound, 12-bore, using the 224-inch 
case, with the equivalent of 3^ drams 
of any good smokeless powder, and \]/\ 
ounces of No. 5 shot as fine a com- 
bination as a man could put to his 


know the ground, they know how to 
hunt, and a good manv of them know 
how to shoot pretty straight. All the 
deer shooting is done by driving the 
deer with dogs, and some of the local 
men are believed to anticipate the open- 
ing of the season by several weeks. If 
seen, they are "rabbit hunting." 

When there is good feed on the flats 
there is good duck shooting, and rough, 
stormy weather, followed by a calm, 
generally means heavy bags for the 
fortunate shooters. While the storm is 
raging you cannot lie in a battery ; but, 
as soon as the storm is over, the fowl 
that have been unable to frequent the 
flats and feed in comfort are hungry, 
and they then stool readily. 

With regard to the weapons used, 

Mr. Jackson, of East Quogue, pre- 
fers a 10-bore weighing fifteen pounds, 
as he thereby escapes from gun-head- 
ache, and punishment from recoil, in a 
heavy day's shooting. 

Duck shooting remains in season un- 
til the first of January, unless Nature 
steps in earlier and freezes everything 
up. Broadbills and redhead generally 
constitute the heaviest part of the bag, 
though it may contain almost any fowl 
that is found along the coast. Mr. 
Jackson has already bagged several rare 
birds this season. 

Battery shooting is not allowed in 
the narrow waters between Great South 
and Shinnecock bays. Here the shooter 
must content himself with point shoot- 
ing. If you have a good point the 



shooting is sometimes very fine. In 
Shinnecock Bay many of the islands 
belong to the town, and on these shoot- 
ing is" free, and on others, belonging to 
private owners, shooting is allowed un- 
der certain restrictions. From these 
some heavy bags are made. 

The north shore of Long Island is 
not so famous for its wild-fowl shoot- 
ing. It used to be a great quail ground, 
but of late rabbits have been the prin- 
cipal game, and there are not too many 
even of them. Woodcock are occasion- 
ally shot, but the main flight keeps to 
the north of the Sound, and much bet- 
ter shooting at these migrating birds is 
to be had over in Connecticut. 

In conclusion, I may say that while 
the shooting on Long Island is, as^ a 
rule, very moderate, still considering its 
proximity to New York, we are very 
fortunate in having any game worth go- 

ing after, and it is quite possible that 
if a little protection were given, and if, 
also, the local men could be persuaded 
to refrain from killing everything in 
sight, the island would be capable or 
furnishing a wonderful amount of 

Yet, I think that another generation 
or two will see the end of the upland 
game. Land on Long Island is too valu- 
able to be reserved for sporting pur- 
poses. Its unrivaled situation makes it 
an almost ideal summer resort. In fact, 
after having been over a very large por- 
tion of North America, I am of the 
opinion that perhaps the finest recrea- 
tion ground in the United States is to 
be found between Rockaway and Mon- 
tauk Point. But in saying this I include 
the whole width of the island, for, along 
the north shore there are many seduc- 
tive retreats. 








O words can better 
express a love for 
nature than Byron's 
when he sang: 

"There is a pleasure in the 

pathless woods, 
There is a rapture on the 

lonely shore, 
There is society where none 

By the deep sea, and music 

in its roar, 
I love not man the less, 

but na f *ii"^ more." 

Many people be- 
lieve the serious 
side of life should 
be brightened by the thrilling, whole- 
some outdoor sports. The sound of the 
rifle, the voices of the woods and the 
purling of the water from the bow of 
the canoe, are all music to the ear. 

The picturesque woods and winding 
waterways of Northern Maine are 
among nature's richest treasures, and 
one trip into that country will give 
more health, strength and memorable 
joy than a lazy, expensive and seasick 
voyage to Europe, or three months' 
dawdle at a fashionable watering place. 
The invigorating air quickens the 
blood, readjusts the nerves and in- 
creases the appetite. The far distant 
mountains standing out against the gor- 
geous colorings of the sky, the tall, 
silent evergreens, the mirror lakes, the 
rushing brooks ; are not all these ex- 
pressions of God's love? 

We (Jack, my husband, and Mc- 
Ginty., the guide), started out one of 
those bright, glorious October morn- 
ings, when to breathe the air fills one 

with divine inspiration, and every 
touch of the wind against one's face is 
a caress ; you at once have a sense of 
companionship, for it is a day that 
loves you. 

Our start was from "The Inn," not 
far from the railroad station, which 
was nearest our chosen hunting 
grounds. Here we changed our trav- 
eling clothes for hunting garb, and all 
signs of civilization were left behind. 
The men were in the usual hunting suits 
while I wore a common-sense outfit, 
extremely comfortable and unconven- 
tional consisting of woollen knicker- 
bockers (wool being the most desir- 
able for all kinds of weather in camp), 
no skirts to hang one's self, bright red 
flannel blouse, a color not mistakable 
for the fawn, soft hat, red bandanna 
handkerchief, heavy woollen stockings, 
moccasins and an eelskin topcoat. For 
rainy weather and canoeing I carried a 
pair of hip rubber boots. My rifle was 
a .30-. 30 Winchester. 

A buckboard was our means of 
transportation from The Inn to the 
"Flats" (a distance of ten miles), 
where saddle horses were in waiting. 
The "Flats" derives its names from its 
abearance, being a level tract of 
cleared land. On this tract are a num- 
ber of cabins where the many hunters 
going in and out of the woods can 
spend the night ; it is a general meeting 
place for the various guides and sports 
coming out of the woods. One party 
meeting another going in. 




At the "Flats" we bad to wait a 
couple of hours for our horses, and 
while so doing Jack and I strolled 
quietly into the woods while our guide 
was making ready for our continued 
journey. We walked quite a distance 
over deer runways, which resemble 
paths trodden by cattle, in hope of see- 
ing' some game. In this we were not 
disappointed, for in the thicket close 
at hand three small deer caught our 
scent, gave a snort, and leaped over 
obstructions and on to their freedom 
with the irresistible joy of life, giving 
us only a glimpse of their "white flag ' 
as the fleeting animals grew indistinct. 
We retraced our steps to the "Flats" 
well pleased, for it convinced us that 
we were in the land of the hunted. 

Our saddle horses were now ready, 
one for each of us, and one for a pack 
horse, which carried our outfit, consist- 
ing of blankets, food, ammunition and 

It was nearly noon when we lett the 
"Flats" for a ride of some thirty miles 
on horseback up a steep elevation to the 
Home camps. Even those accustomed 
to horseback might call the trip a 
tiresome one. The trail was rough, it 
led over big boulders, across the 
Aroostock River, small streams, and up 
and down steep and slippery hills. 
When we grew chilly riding we got off 
the horses and walked until we became 
again comfortable. Changing in this 
way kept us from getting stiff at the 
end of our journey. 

While it was all uphill work, yet 
the road was dry and well shaded 
with the beautiful forest trees of 
hardwood, their autumn foliage fall- 
ing, turning the green into gold 
and letting the sun peep through. We 
rested now and then, stopped at the 
side of a mountain stream, where the 
guide unpacked a lunch of venison sand- 
wiches, raw onions, cheese and apples,, 
which was fixed up for us before leav- 
ing The Inn. The invigorating air, 
laden with the healthful odor of bal- 
sam, gave us a feeling of new life and 

After lunching we moved rapidly on, 
for it was still many miles to camp and 
night was fast setting in. Going 
through the dense forest we soon found 
ourselves in darkness, and could feel 
the severe cold, which we had not no- 
ticed while the sun was bright. Mc- 
Ginty led the way, I next on my horse, 
"Nip," closely following was Jack on 
his horse, "Tuck," and bringing up the 
rear was the old faithful pack horse. It 
was a noticeable fact that the horses 
were familiar with the road, especially 
the one ridden by myself. It being so 
dark we could not see our horse's head. 
Now and again some hanging branches 
cr heavy tree had fallen low enough 
down to brush us in the face, 
or nearly rub us off of our saddles, 
even if I was securely astride my 
horse. It seemed strange to us at first 
that we encountered so many of these 
obstacles, but the fact was the horses 
walked purposely under these fallen 
branches in order to unseat us and 
thus lighten their burden. The old say- 
ing, "Give a horse the bridle or reins 
in the dark, make no attempt to guide 
him, and he will carry you safely to 
your journey's end," may be true some- 
times, but this case would have proved 
an amusing exception. After hours- 
of this constant travel, during which 
we had climbed high above the 
starting point, we reached Midway 
Camp, where we expected to spend the 
night. The Home Camps were still 
nine miles away, but as we had trav- 
eled many miles that day we were glad 
enough to' rest. 

The guide soon had a fire built be- 
tween three rocks, outside of the cabin, 
while the odor of coffee and fried ba- 
con was not an unpleasant one. The 
picturesque log cabin, mounted on a 
knoll surrounded by tall, majestic for- 
est trees, by the side of a running 
brook, was the most primitive place 
Tack and I ever slept in. It consisted of 
one room and a loft. This room served 
as kitchen, dining-room, bedroom and 
living room. The loft held the one bed 
occupied by both men and women. The 

HER FIRST M()()S/<. 


bed was about fourteen feet wide, run- 
ning the full length of the cabin; the 
mattress consisted of the fragrant bal- 
sam boughs, and good, warm blankets 
for covering. 

Supper over, we lingered around the 
camp fire, which kept us warm even 
though the nights were cold, now and 
then counting the stars in the dark 
heavens as they peeped through the 
tall trees and listening to the ceaseless 
running brook below. A brief hour 
of this interesting life and we retired, 
climbed to the loft, in one corner, 
loosened a few buttons and belts, and 
soon were in dreamland. 

The reflected light and sparks from 
the camp fire outside had a weird ef- 
fect and sound within. Squirrels ca- 
pered over and around the cabin roof 
and added to the wonderland. Next 
morning we were awakened before 
sunrise by our guide chopping wood. 
Our breakfast consisted of one part- 
ridge (that Jack shot back of the 
cabin), lazy bread and coffee. Break- 
fast over and horses saddled, we were 
well on our way to Home camps. 

When the sun came streaming 
through the branches of the trees it 
was a beautiful sight, and made us feel 
that life was worth living. The air 
was filled with frost and chill, and the 
little mountain streams crossing the 
trail now and then were covered with 
a thin sheet of ice. To keep warm and 
comfortable we at once decided to 
walk., our horses following. Now, get- 
ting into the remote part of the 
North Woods and remembering that 
feather and fur sleep in the middle of 
the clay, we felt sure of seeing two or 
three stately bucks feeding along the 
trail somewhere. The hunting of big 
game either from a canoe or upon the 
forest trail is one of the rarest experi- 
ences in one's lifetime. We trudged 
along for a few miles, slipping and 
stumbling over the rough path, and had 
almost given up hope of seeing or hear- 
ing any game before we reached camp. 
Suddenly, off in the distance, we heard 
a dry twig crack ; we had been hoping 

for such a sound a long time. Nol fol 
getting what our friends had told us of 
the mysterious sensation "bu< I. Ee 

ver"- when one is likely to do an 
thing, tremble with weakness, shool in 
the air, shoot through the bottom of the 
boat, and arms gel like lead, stiff and 
can't move. While it seemed ages 1o us. 
yet it may not have been more than 
five minutes before the buck was in 
full view only a few rods away ; he 
looked straight ahead and seemed to 
be trying to detect us ; no grander 
sight to behold. Jack and I had agreed 
the discoverer of any game should have 
first shot, so this first treat fell to him. 
To break the stillness one of the horses 
sneezed and frightened the buck. He 
gave one leap and again stood for a 
moment. Jack got one fleeting bead 
on him and he fell. We followed him 
up and found him to be a good size. 
After securing our quarry we pushed 
on to the Home Camps, which were 
reached- by noon. We found ourselves 
singing : 

" Into the Heart of the Woods we go — 
Away from the cares that weigh us so ! 
A smell of the pine, a song of the reel, 
A breath of the campfire soon to feel, 
Adieu to a world of work and woe — 
Into the Heart of the Woods we go !" 

The four different-sized camps were 
very comfortable, the largest accom- 
modating about thirty sports, the next 
was used for the kitchen and dining- 
room, the two smaller ones were kept 
for private parties, one of which we 

This camp was surrounded by tall, 
majestic forest trees. Facing an im- 
mense lake, backgrounded by moun- 
tain ranges, the scenery is beyond 
word-painting. All that afternoon we 
remained in camp, making it as habi- 
table as possible for our stay. Dozens 
of enthusiastic men and some few 
women traverse these remote parts. 
Women have begun to accept with the 
utmost delight and good nature the 
conditions of rough camp life, which 
men thought they could not stand or 
were not good enough for them. All 
around this country is the primitive 


" JACK " 





paradise of the sportsman, mile after 
mile of forest filled with moose, hear, 
deer, foxes, mink and partridge. 

Many winding" lakes and rapids 
teeming" with mountain trout, some sel- 
dom, if ever, having been molested by 
man, and having" no place on any map. 
During the next few days in camp we 
did not look for any particular excite- 
ment, exploring and studying nature in 
our easy, comfortable way, taking short 
trips into the woods and canoeing on 
the many lakes. One of the most inter- 
esting was a visit to the beaver dam to 
see those curious little animals continu- 
ally at work tearing up the earth and 
gnawing at the trees to convert them 
into winter homes. 

Among the treats most enjoyed were 
our early morning and late afternoon 
canoeing trips. Gliding down the lakes 
and winding streams, at the setting of 
the sun, watching its glowing embers 
die in the west, beneath the twilight 
gray, is a picture never to be forgotten. 
It is one of the grandest experiences 
imaginable to be silently paddled over 
the surface of a lake in all the soli- 
tude of nature, not a noise to be heard, 
but the whispering voices of the woods. 
To see a herd of moose, or deer, and 
hear them splashing in the water as 
they eat the roots of the lily ; to listen 
to their cautious approach or retreat. 
Sometimes we canoed very near. If 
they scent danger they take to the back 
woods on a dead trot, one moose bel- 
lowing twenty-seven times by actual 
count in his mad run. All such sounds 
quicken the senses so that every mo- 
ment fills one with inspiration. 

Next day we decided on a trip far- 
ther into the woods in quest of larger 
game. Our objective point was about 
six miles more remote, to a primitive 
hut of the hunter situated on the point 
of a lake. The principal furnishings 
were a tumbled down stove, table, fry- 
ing pan, kettle, tin plates, two stools 
made out of trees, a loft and blankets. 
This hut being a good distance from 
Home Camps we had to "pack" our 
food in. 

Our start was made up the lake by 
canoe, bul the water soon became so 
shallow in the streams tributary to tin- 
lakes that we had to abandon that 
means of loeomotion and proceed on 
foot, leaving the canoe turned hot loin 
side up in the underbrush for our re 
turn trip. It was with some difficulty 
we proceeded on our journey, espe- 
cially in the marshy places, where we 
were continually trying to avoid sink- 
holes, caused by the rains. The trail 
was indistinct, the spots on the trees 
alongside of the supposed trail were 
our only compass. These had been 
made by one of the guides early in the 
season. For me this made it all the 
more interesting. 

We tramped quietly on through the 
dense woods, stopping now and then to 
rest and listen for sounds. With great 
delight I took the lead and presently 
came to the crossing of a large stream. 
It is always one's first impulse to look 
up and down the waterways in hopes 
discover any game that may Le 
along the water's edge feeding or 
drink. On the furthest point across 
the stream stood a medium-sized buck. 
To demonstrate my skill as a shot I 
fired at a distance of one hundred 
yards, saw the deer jump and disap- 
pear, apparently ..^touched ; was dis- 
gusted ; we followed along the water's 
edge, crossed over and found Mr. 
Buck dead a few yards distant. We 
helped the guide dress it, and took out 
a nice haunch of venison for immediate 
use, leaving the carcass hanging from a 
tree, to be picked up on our return to 
the Home Camps. 

It was after mid-day when we 
reached the hut. We assisted our guide 
to prepare some creature comforts, and 
all ate heartily. 

We lounged around camp, kept quiet 
and a sharp lookout for any big game 
that might be crossing at the lake side 
of the cabin door. We heard nothing 
and retired very early, so to be up at 
4 a. m. next morning. We arose at 
this hour, had a light breakfast, and, 
quietly, took a canoe at the foot of the 



path, which led from the cahin door to 
the lake, about one hundred feet away. 
We had no more than comfortably 
seated ourselves in the canoe when we 
distinctly heard a splash in the water. 
The guide noiselessly paddled us out 
of our little nook into the lake, and, 
behold, we faced a band of seven im- 
mense moose, two bulls, three cows 
and two calves. They scented danger, 

there was larger game to be had. I 
made up my mind to have a moose if 
possible. To shoot one of these would 
require more patience and better wood- 
craft than we had yet shown. 

The next morning we started for the 
Home Camps, and it was with difficulty 
we picked our way over the slippery 
rocks and across the many streams 
(packing the deer I had shot in our 

Photo by J. C. Strauss, St. Louis 

and were rapidly making for the back 
woods. We canoed around to a fa- 
miliar ford where we saw fresh moose 
tracks, got out of the canoe and hid 
behind some old brush and fallen trees, 
hoping the moose might cross this ford 
on their way to the hardwood ridges. 
We waited in vain. Not a sound to 
be heard ; so we wandered into the 
woods a little distance and gathered a 
half gallon of wild cranberries, jumped • 
in our canoe and paddled back to camp. 
We were not quite satisfied, although 
we each had- a buck for our score, as 

tramp into this hut), to the place where 
we had left the canoe. We reached 
Home Camps in time for a venison din- 
ner, which we certainly enjoyed, and 
that afternoon was spent in exchang- 
ing experiences with the different 
sports who happened to be in camp. 
We decided to be up early next morn- 
ing, in order to try our luck for moose 
in these parts. At a quarter past four, 
as Jack went out of our cabin to the 
dining one for breakfast, he spied the 
head of a deer that was standing in the 
brush at a distance of 150 yards. He 



got his rifle quickly and shot at the 
shoulder. The deer jumped away with- 
out the slightest indication of being 
hit, stopped at the edge of the brush 
and wagged its tail. McGinty, who 
had come out of his cahin said, "Give 
it to him again." Jack fired once more 
and he fell. We had now enough ven- 
ison to supply half of the cam]). 

The afternoon grew monotonous 
around camp and we decided to take a 
little trip up the lake, hoping we might 
get a glimpse of a moose. Not so nu- 
merous as deer, yet the greatest of all 
game in the American forest to-day, 
is the moose, the "king of the 
woods," a massive, ungainly beast, 
with coarse, brownish hair and a brist- 
ly mane, almost black. The belly and 
legs are grayish, with a touch of yel- 
low. The horns of an old bull will 
spread five feet from tip to tip. His 
weight often exceeds 1,200 pounds, or 
that of a good-size horse, his height is 
greater than that of a horse, being six 
feet to the top of the withers. The 
bark and twigs of young poplar, birch, 
maple, and a bush known as moose- 
wood, form the chief diet of this ani- 
mal in winter. In summer and fall he 
feeds around the banks of lakes and 
sluggish streams on the pads and roots 
of lilies. He is fond of standing in the 
water, both for the purpose of feeding 
and to keep off flies. 

We jumped in our canoe at the foot 
of the path leading from the camp to 
the landing, myself in the bow, Jack 
in the centre and McGinty in the stern. 
Making ourselves comfortable, we 
were soon gliding through the narrow, 
picturesque waterways into the deep, 
wide expanse of pure clear water con- 
stituting the main lake. Having often 
made this trip we soon learned to know 
every spot and rock around and in the 
lake. We were approaching a good- 
sized, wooded island not far from the 
mainland when McGinty spied an un- 
familiar speck more than one thousand 
yards away, looking like the edge of 
one of the rocks that dot the lake. Even 

will) our field-glasses it seemed only a 
black speck on (he water. We paddled 
and glided nearer, the wind again be- 
ing in our favor.. Looking through 
the glasses we soon decided it was a 
moving object. What was it? Slower 
and slower we glided in silence. Down 
it went into the water out of sight, up 
it came, only a black speck ; nearer and 
nearer we canoed. The glorious sun 
was- dying in the west and night shades 
were falling fast. Keeping the field- 
glasses on this speck, we finally de- 
cided it was a moose. But was it a bull 
or cow? Five hundred dollars fine for 
killing a cow. Down the head went 
into the water again, out of sight; up 
it came in sight, slowly feeding on the 
pads and roots of the lilies at the bot- 
tom of the lake, the animal gradually 
wading to the further shore. Now I 
recognize its big ears ; little closer and I 
see its horns, not so very large are they, 
as it is a three-year-old. Getting into 
shallow water, and making for the op- 
posite shore, faster and faster it moves. 
The guide says : "Now, don't you get 
excited, Mrs. Van Saun and upset us 
in this lake. Keep your balance and 
take a steady aim." 

I raised my rifle and took a full fore- 
sight, allowing for the fall of the bullet 
at two hundred yards. Hardly had the 
flash left the gun when the guide, look- 
ing through the glasses, said : "Yon 
hit him in the shoulder. He fell. Shoot 
again and finish him." I put five shots 
in him, to be sure. We canoed up to 
him, and found him dead at the water's 
edge, Jack declaring this to be the best 
music he had heard in the Maine 

It was growing dark as we returned 
to camp. Next morning we got an early 
start, paddled down to the spot and 
towed him to shore. The two guides 
dressed him on the bank. His horns 
were bright and well shaped, and his 
head, nicely mounted, hangs as one of 
our highly prized trophies of the Maine 


Photo by Rannie Smith 




Where the heron gives its plaintive cry at night 

And the loon its crazy laughter by the day ; 
Where the towering pines adorn the dusky height, 
And dewy brackens, shimmering, greet the light — 
There was I fain to stay. 


Oh ! snows that pile upon the balmy past, 

The brackens, brown and shrivelled, long have lain 
Beneath your shroud, yet still defy the blast, 
The shattering season's change, and so outlast 
To make spring green again. 




WO New York women 
hired an Indian guide in 
the wilds of Timagami, 
the north woods of Can- 
ada. "How rash!" ex- 
claimed our friends. 

"Bears are running 
wild all over the district." 
cautioned a chance ac- 
quaintance at Timagami 

But the enthusiast de- 
clared that her dearest wish was to be 
bitten by a bear and that she would be 
disappointed if she came home without 
at least losing a finger in the fray. 

A local outfitter of Timagami 
planned a "lady-like" trip for us and 
especially warned us against the Mon- 
treal River and the long portage into 
Lake Anima Nippissing as being "sav- 

We departed with his blessing and a 
secret resolve to see the Montreal River 
and the long portage. 

Fifteen miles from the station, 
through the northeast arm of Lake 
Timagami, we found Timagami Inn, a 
unique hostelry built of pine logs. 

From there we started in an eighteen- 
foot canoe with camping outfit, and 
John, our guide, philosopher and friend, 
who, to use his own description, was a 
half full Algonquin from Mattawa. 

Our wardrobe was noted chiefly for 
the Chaperon's warm winter clothing, 
which she never needed, and the enthu- 
siast's long boots, her joy and pride. 
Time never hung weary on her hands 
throughout the trip ; there were always 
her boots to lace and tie. 

Our first call was at Bear Island, 
where we found a thriving Indian vil- 
lage, a splendid object lesson of what 
the Indian may become when thorough- 
ly civilized. The Hudson Bay Com- 
pany's post is also here and the chief 
fire ranger of the district has his head- 
quarters on the island. 

From Bear Island we paddled on up 
through the north arm of Lake Tima- 
gami into the great wilderness through 
an enchanted region. The high, irreg- 
ular shores of the lake, wooded to the 
water's edge ; the many islands with 
their varying shades of green ; the 
transparent water reflecting the blue 
cloud flecked sky, made a scene never 
to be forgotten. 

The wonderful fascination of the 
northland came upon us ; that spell 
known only to the few. And as we got 
farther and farther from civilization it 
was easy to forget that we had not 
always lived in this hitherto almost un- 
disturbed home of the Algonquin pad- 
dling from lake to lake in the pine 
scented air. 



When evening drew on and we 
stopped to make camp we prepared for 
supper by washing in the lake, our only 
basin during the trip. We sat on a 
rock and ate fish which we had caught 
trolling from the canoe. For dessert we 
had bread and molasses, and surely 
never had a meal tasted so good. 

After supper we sat around a roaring 
camp fire listening to John tell stones 
of the Indians of long ago, and of nota- 
ble battles between the Iroquois and the 
Algonquins, and of a wonderful battle- 
field, where was an Indian grave filled 
with many Algonquin skeletons, flint 
arrow heads, stone axes and wampum. 

Then we went to our tent to sleep 
on fragrant balsam boughs and to 
dream that we had never been anything 
but savages and never wanted to be. 

In the morning as the canoe was be- 
ing pushed out from the rocky beach 
the Chaperon remarked on the utter 

silence of the place and on the absence 
of any sign of anim'al life. 

"It's the Devil's Point," John replied 
in an almost inaudible whisper, as he 
glanced quickly over his shoulder and 
leaped into the canoe. 

It was true we were in Devil's Bay, 
near Devil's Mountain, and in sight of 
Granny Island,, where dwells "Mrs. 
Kokomis," an old woman in stone, 
around whom circles an interesting In- 
dian legend. 

Mrs. Kokomis, the Indians say, mar- 
ried the Devil in the good old days. 
She was such a virago that the Devil 
could not live with her and he chased 
her from his home on the mountain to 
this little island and turned her to stone. 

To this day no Indian will go within 
sight of Mrs. Kokomis if he can help 
himself, and if forced to do so will al- 
ways leave an offering at her feet. 

If we had known this it would have 




saved us from a good deal of worry a point found the object of our sear* h 

regarding John's actions when we an- 
nounced our intentions of seeing and 
photographing the crouching old figure 
in stone. When every excuse as to 
time, wind and weather failed he turned 
the canoe in the direction of the island. 

not a hundred yards from where we had 
On our second night out ii began to 

rain and we were awakened by John 
fastening the opening of our tent to 
keep us from getting wet. 


Then after passing on the other side 
of it and taking us to the opposite 
side of the bay in a driving wind, pro- 
fessedly in search of it, he finally de- 
cided to bow to the inevitable and land- 
ed us on some rocks on the island and 
said he would go himself to look for 
"Granny." After an absence of fifteen 
or twenty minutes he came back shak- 
ing his head. He had found nothing. 
We got into the canoe and rounding 

In the morning it came down in tor- 
rents, and even poured through the tent. 
We folded up our blankets and covered 
them to keep them dry, then sat in as 
dry a spot as we could find and shiv- 
ered at the prospect of a cold breakfast 
and a dreary day. In half an hour John 
appeared looking like a wet rat, bearing 
a breakfast of steaming porridge, pota- 
toes, bacon and coffee, which he had 
cooked in the pouring rain. After that 



our absolute faith in John was pa- menscly, much to the disgust of the 

thetic. Chaperon. 

Patient, long suffering John, what Our one grievance was that we were 

would he not have done at our bidding? not permitted to carry firearms into the 

Had it been in his power he would have district, but we took our revenge later 


marshalled all the beasts of the forest 
before us for the Chaperon to photo- 
graph and the enthusiast to eat. 

When the latter wailed one day for 
the sight and the taste of a porcupine, 
he came to camp that night with a radi- 
ant grin, leading a young porcupine by 
a string. He killed it by a single blow 
on the head with the paddle and next 
day served it up in a savory stew, 
which he and the assistant enjoyed im- 

when we went shooting with one of the 
Government's game wardens. 

Our first portage was at Sharp Rock 
Inlet. John gallantly offered to do all 
the carrying, but when the enthusiast 
shouldered an eighty-pound pack and 
with the aid of a pack strap carried it 
to the other side without stopping, he 
gasped out "Great Neck!" and grinned 
from ear to ear. 

After that our order of march on the 



portages was : First, John with the 
canoe, next, the enthusiast with the 
weary pack, and last the Chaperon 
with the camera over her shoulder, the 
butter pail tied to her belt, one bag 
full of clothing and frequently another 
with the bread supply on her back. 

Only once during our trip did we 
meet a party of tourists. 

The Chaperon was waiting at the 
end of a long and rock portage while 
John and the enthusiast went back for 
the rest of our outfit. While she 
waited it began to rain, gently at first; 
then the lightning flashed and the 
peals of thunder grew nearer and 
nearer. She turned the canoe over 
the packs to keep them dry. Then as 
the rain came down in torrents she 
crawled under it for shelter. Scarcely 
had she done so when she heard foot- 
steps and looking out from her 
cramped quarters saw a man in low 
shoes and raglan, picking his way 
daintily along through the wet leaves 
and moss, and carrying a fishing pole 
under his arm. Behind him came a 
guide carrying a heavy pack on his 
back and a pair of long rubber boots 
in his hand. 

The young man in the raglan looked 
around, hesitated a moment and then 
dived under the canoe beside the Chap- 

"I really cannot help it, you know, 
my feet are getting horribly wet," he 
apologized from his position on the 
other side of the pack, where he could 
not see the Chaperon's face nor she 

She glanced at the rubber boots 
which the guide had deposited under a 
tree and suggested that they were 
meant for just such an emergency. 

"I know," he blurted, "but that is 
where I carry my clothes it's beastly 
luck this sort of thing, don't you 

The Chaperon laughed, and asked 
him rather irrelevantly if he had seen 
the enthusiast anywhere on the way 
with her pack, 

"You don't mean to say thai you 
two women are here alone in this con- 
founded wilderness?" he enjoined, as- 

"Not alone, we have John," the 
Chaperon answered simply, as that 
worthy appeared through the trees with 
our groceries and cooking utensils on 
his back and the axe in his hand. 

The rain soon ceased and the young 
man with his companions and guides 
paddled away, but we are still in doubt 
as to whether they ever reached their 
native Pittsburg in safety. 

At the head of Lady Evelyn Lake 
where we camped we found a fire 
ranger's cabin. 

The two rangers, who were cooking 
their supper over a fire on the rocks, re- 
ceived us with much courtesy. One of 
them, a brother of Bishop Rowe, of 
Alaska, was a splendid specimen of the 
woodsman and an interesting talker. 

Here there were signs of big game 
everywhere. The rangers had shot two 
wolves a mile from our camp the day 
before and had seen a bear but were 
not in position to tackle it. Near our 
camp we found a dead wolf. There 
were moose tracks in abundance, show- 
ing that it would be a good place to 
visit in the hunting season. 

We invited the rangers to sit at our 
camp fire that night, an invitation 
which they gladly accepted. We were 
disappointed not to hear some good 
hunting stories. We found them in- 
stead hungry to hear news from the 
outside world, and we were questioned 
closely as to all we knew about the con- 
clusion of peace between Japan and 
Russia and to tell of our life in New 
York. One of them told us in a very 
pathetic way how people often went in- 
sane from loneliness, citing a number 
of cases of which he knew. We were 
the first women they had seen since 
coming to the station a month before, 
and they were forty miles from the 
nearest post office. 

From this camp we had a view of 
Maple Mountain, known to the In- 


dians as Spirit Mountain, the happy 
hunting grounds of the good Indians 
after death. Here is a Sacred Cave 
and an oracle whom the Indians con- 
sult in times of dire need. 

Along the Obisaga narrows we 
found an abundance of cranberries, a 
welcome change to our diet of fish and 

A September morning on Mattawa- 
bika Lake. We never dreamed that 
earth held anything half so beautiful. 
The Lake was one vast mirror reflect- 
ing sky and shore in the bright sun- 
shine. It was dreamland. 

Below Mattawabika falls on the 
Montreal River we came to a clearance 
and a farm. An old man who was 
raking hay near the water's edge 
greeted us cordially when we stopped 
to buy eggs and vegetables, 

An octogenarian and almost blind, he 
was a man of magnificent physique 
and much natural grace of bearing. 
He had been a Hudson Bay Co. trader 
for fifty-five years, and told us many 
interesting stories of Indian life. We 
had supposed him to be a white man 
until we saw his daughter, who was 
a full-blooded squaw, and we learned 
that he was an Ojibway Indian. 

He told us that this clearance had 
been famous as a meeting place for the 
Indians for hundreds of years, and was 
a noted battleground between the Iro- 
quois and the Ojibways. We visited 
the high hill at the back of the house, 
and saw the trenches from which the 
Iroquois watched their enemies as they 
came up or down the river. Numbers 
of flint arrow-heads are still found here 
and the place is still a favorite camp- 


'.'. ':■ • 




ing ground for- the Indians who come 
from the North to trade. 

Down the Montreal River are found 
numbers of Indian cabins and wig- 
wams, the occupants being most 
friendly. The Indians in this part of 
the country are mostly Roman Catho- 
lics, having been Christianized by the 
Jesuits who came up from Quebec for 
that purpose. They are, however, a 
strange mixture of Christianity and 
heathenism so far as their religious 
belief is concerned. ~ 

Old Hudson Bay traders tell the 
story of Cannibalism among the Indi- 
ans north of this place in 1849 when 
game was not to be found and the peo- 
ple were starving. 

From Bay Lake to Lake Anima Nip- 
issing we found the long portage. 

It was two miles long and boggy 
from recent rain, but we found it easier 
than we thought. 

At Lake Anima Nipissing John and 
the Chaperon went moose hunting with 
a camera at break of day. 

Over a beaver dam and through 
thick underbrush they found a little 
lake hidden away among high hills and 
dense forest. Down by the water's 
edge they found numerous tracks of 
various sizes and dimensions which 
John said were those of bear, wolf, 
deer and moose. A big bear had been 
caught in a trap and left there after the 
skin had been taken. 

John pulled four of its teeth for us 
to take away as charms. W*e keep them 
among our special treasures. Though 
there were many fresh moose tracks to 
be seen, the Chaperon was disap- 
pointed in her special errand, but was 
somlewhat mollified when a fourteen- 
pound pike was caught on the way 
back to camp. 

The fishing in all the lakes was excel- 



lent. In MacLcan Lake we caught 
five bass in twenty minutes, averaging 
three pounds each. 

At last our trip came to an end. The 
fishing, portaging and camping were 
a thing of the past. We had run the 
last rapids and folded our tent for the 
last time. 

How the wind blew that wild day on 
Lake Timagami ! John contrived a 
sail out of our rubber blanket, and we 
went scudding before the wind, the 
water dashing into the canoe as it gal- 
lantly rode the waves. 

After five hours of this exciting ex- 
perience, we arrived at Timagami Inn, 
a sight to make our friends weep. The 
enthusiast's hair looked as though we 
had dropped our toilet articles over- 
board at the beginning of the trip ; her 
skirt was torn and the toes were kicked 
out of her pet boots. 

The Chaperon's face was the color 
of a lobster and was peeling in spots, 

while her hair had been greased with 
lard ( by the advice of the [ndians ) to 

remove the worse evil of pine pil« li 

which she had acquired by inadver 

teiltly leaning her head against a 
tree while gazing into the camp 

Tlie Indians on the grounds grinned 
as we passed, the hotel guests stared, 
and, worst blow of all, the hotel clerk 
failed to recognize us, and when we 
established our identity, exclaimed 
tactfully, "Oh, I thought you were 
from Bear Island!" 

When, two days later, we stepped on 
board the little steamer that was to take 
us away from it all, we looked back 
wistfully, sorrowing that though we 
might return, Timagami would never 
be quite the same again. 

Queen of all Canadian lake regions, 
a year ago it was comparatively un- 
known. Now its fame has gone forth. 
The Government has set it aside as a 




National Park and Forest Reserve, a 
railroad thunders up to its entrance and 
the foot of the tourist has already 
crossed the threshold. 

The smoke of the wigwam will soon 
ascend no more and in its place will 
appear that blot on God's out-of-doors 
— the summer hotel. 

The silent lakes which we learned 

to love so well, where now no sound 
is heard but the dip of the paddle, the 
call of the moose, and the lonely cry 
of the loon, will before long resound 
with the whistle of the "fire canoe" 
and all the influx of human life which 
it will bring. 

When that day comes, may we not 
be there to see. 



Pale, solemn, and still, are the dells to-night ; 
The hills are but ghosts of the hills we knew. 
For the snow mounds rise where the blue-bells grew, 

And wan are the ways that were rose bedight. 

The flakes, in their fluttering robes of white, 
Wing hither and yon, in a dull review — 

Pale, solemn, and still, are the dells to-night ; 
The hills are but ghosts of the hills we knew. 

In a winter sky gleams a moon, clear-bright, 
To lighten the gems that the frost-king threw, 
And the North Wind, mouthing a song long due, 

Is restlessly waiting his wayward flight. 

Pale, solemn, and still, are the dells to-night ; 
The hills are but ghosts of the hills we knew. 


PhotO by F. A. KINSEY, M.D. 



Out from the stubble the quail's sweet call 

Frosty morns of the dreamy fall 

Floats o'er the fields to me. 

No song of Siren is half so sweet 

Luring away unwary feet : 

Song of the quail so free ! 

Then to the fields with autumn brown, 
Silvered by frost and kissed by sun, 
Out to the hunt I go. 
Eagerly watching the dogs to hear 
Whirring wings when the birds rise clear 
Up from the brush below. 

Firing, I see the smoke-mist rise, 
Veiling a moment the well-won prize : 
Then is my joy supreme! 
Happy am I tho' gold I've none ; 
Happy am I with my dogs and gun : 
Happy to idly dream. 

Duty, I say, to the winds then fling; 
Business at best is a senseless thing : 
Worries it brings to you ! 
Shut in your office your trials and care ; 
Go to the fields — for rest is there : 
Years of this life are few. 






ISING abruptly from the 
prairie was a frowning 
precipice a thousand or 
more feet high and above 
and beyond the top of this 
cliff the mountains. 

When Big Pete told me 
that his park was "walled 
in" he told the mildest sort 
of truth ; the prairie is the 
bottom of a canyon, in 
fact everything seems to indicate that 
the whole park has settled, sunk, taken 
a drop of a thousand or more feet ; it 
is what miners would call a fault. 

From the glaciers up among the 
clouds numerous streams of melted ice 
come dashing down the sides of the 
mountain range, fanciful cascades leap- 
ing without fear down from most stup- 
endous heights, spreading out in long 
horse-tail shaped falls over the face of 
the cliff, doing everything but looking 
real. This is a place where Nature let 
her imagination run and put in any- 
thing which would add to the fanciful 
aspect of the scene. At the foot of each 
of the falls there is a pool of deep water, 
in one or two instances the pool is a 
smooth basin hollowed out of solid rock 
in which the water is as transparent as 
the air itself, and, but for the millions 
of air bubbles caused by the falling 
water, every inch of the bottom could 
be plainly seen by an observer at the 
brink of the pool. The rainbow trout 
in these basins are almost as colorless 
as the water itself — the light color of 
the fish is due to their chameleon-like 

power of modifying their hue to imitate 
their surroundings — this mimicry is so 
perfect that after looking into one of 
these stone basins, the rounded smooth 
sides of which offered no shade or shel- 
ter, no crevice or nook where a trout 
might hide, I was ready to declare the 
waters uninhabited ; but no sooner had 
my brown hackel or professor settled 
lightly on the face of the pool than out 
from among the air bubbles a fish ap- 
pear and with a splash seized the fly. 

Coming out of water but a few de- 
grees higher in temperature than the 
snow from which it springs, these fish 
feel as cold to one's hands as if they 
had been kept on ice. Pale and glisten- 
ing as silver sheen when lifted in my 
landing net, but when laid on the green 
ferns in the creel a beautiful red blush 
would creep over their bellies and gills 
so that they appeared to belong to a 
different species than those still in the 

My sprained ankle was now so much 
improved that upon discovering a diag- 
onal fracture in the face of the cliff, 
and feeling reckless, I determined to 
make the effort to scale the wall at this 

If the giant fault is of comparatively 
recent occurrence, geologically speaking, 
it seemed reasonable that there would 
be trout in the streams above the cliff, 
and the memory of the fact that Big 
Pete had reported that both Rocky 
Mountain sheep and goats were up 
there decided me to attempt to scale 
the wall by the fracture. It was a long, 
hard climb and more than once I clung 



to the chance projections or dug my interrupted at short distances by rapids 

ringers into small cracks and looked roeks and falls. 

down upon the hacks of some golden My angler's instincl told me thai the 

eagles sailing in spirals below me, I biggest fish lurked in the more quiet 

regretted making the foolhardy resoln- waters, to reach which it was necessary 

tion, but when the top was reached and to creep and worm myself over the open 

I saw signs of sheep and had a peep at Hats of sharp stones and patches of 

a white object I took to be a goat I heather, but once on the vantage ground 

felt repaid for my arduous climb. The the whish ! of a trout rod sounded there 

elevated prairie or tableland on which for the first time since the dawn of crea- 

I found myself corresponded in every tion and the braided silk line cut the air 

important particular with the park ; back of me. I waited an instant for the 

there were the same natural divisions line to straighten, so as not to snap off 

of prairie and forests, the same erratic my lead fly, then another whish! and 

boulders, but on account of the differ- the delicate line sailed gracefully out 

ence in elevation there was a corre- i n front of me, the cobweb-like leader 

sponding difference in plant life. straightening out just before it dropped 

The topography of that country is so below the bank on the surface of the 

familiar to me that I have but to close invisible water. Then there was an 

my eyes to see it all again, but on ac- audible plash, responded to by a quick 

count of that very familiarity I may not movement of my wrist, and the first fish 

have been careful enough in my explan- was hooked. My, how that reel did 

ations to make the situation plain to sing! Before I realized it my fish had 

the reader, and, that he may better reached the rapid water and taken out 

understand I will call the reader's at- a dangerous amount of line; still I 

tention to the fact that, owing to what dared not check him too severely among 

geologists would call a subsidence, Dar- the sharp rocks and swift waters, so I 

linkle's Park consists of a sunken sec- ran along the bank, stumbling over 

tion of an extensive and comparatively stones, but managing to avail myself of 

level valley, a portion of which still re- every opportunity to wind in line until 

tains its original elevated position. Be- I had the satisfaction of seeing enough 

yond this bit of level ground rise the on my reel to prepare me for possible 

mountains. emergencies. 

Every trout fisherman is aware that Ah ! that was a glorious fight, and 
these fish have sharp eyes and their . when at last I was able to steer my ex- 
vision is not confined to the aqueous at- hausted fish into shallow water I saw 
mosphere in which they live. Hence, that there were three of them, one lusty 
the angler must conceal himself to in- trout on each of my three flies. I had 
sure success, but when the banks of the no landing net, so I gently slid the 
stream are devoid of bushes, trees or almost comatose fish on a gravel bar 
big rocks there is nothing for the dis- and as I did so I experienced one of 
ciple of Isaac Walton to do in approach- those delightful thrills which come to 
ing but creep on hands and knees, or man's lot but once or twice in a life 
ignominously crawl on his belly. time ; but it was not because I had cap- 
Under such circumstances he must tured three at a strike, for I have done 
cast at the spot where he knows the that before and since, but I thrilled be- 
water to be and trust to his sense of cause there was not only a new and 
touch and hearing to know when the strange kind of trout, but they were of 
fish rise to the fly. the color and sheen of newly-minted 
The tablelands above the park were gold ! Never before had I seen such 
comparatively level in places where the trout. 

stream ran almost as quietly as a mead- I have since been informed that I had 

ow brook, but these level stretches were blundered on to waters inhabitated by 


the rarest of all game fish, the so-called minute. They would hop on a rock in 

golden trout, which scientists declare to mid-stream and hob up and down in a 

be pre-glaeier fish left by some accident most solemn but comical manner for a 

of nature to exist in a new world in moment before plunging fearlessly into 

which all their original contemporaries the cold white spray of the falls or the 

have long been extinct. swift dashing current, where they would 

Think of it ! fish which had never disappear below the surface, only to re- 
seen an artificial fly nor had any family appear once more on another rock to 
traditions of experiences with them. It bob again. 

is little wonder that they would jump at Being wet did not trouble the ouzels, 

brown hackle, a professor, or even a for as soon as they came out of the 

gaudy salmon fly. Why, they would water the liquid rolled from their feath- 

have jumped at a chicken feather! They ers in crystal drops and their plumage 

were ready and eager to bite at any sort was as dry as if it had never been sub- 

of a bunco game I saw fit to play upon merged. The wilder and swifter the 

them. They were veritable hayseeds cold glacier water ran the greater the 

of the trout family, but when they felt birds seemed to enjoy it. I envied the 

the hook in their lips the wisest trout in ouzels then, I envied them their joyous, 

any of the preserves on Long Island, rollicking life, and I envy them now. 

in Blooming Grove Park or in Canada, Often on a skin-shriveling day, when 

whose experience with hook and flies I am sweltering in the hot streets of 

have made knowing beyond their kind, New York, I think how delightful it 

could not show a craftier nor half so would seem to be a water ouzel and 

plucky a fight. They would leap from dive in the ice-cold water dashing down 

the water like small-mouthed bass and the side of the mountains, 

by shaking their heads try to throw out The nearer I approached the edge of 

the hateful hook. the precipitous walls, enclosing the val- 

The constant, vigorous exercise of ley comprising Big Pete's park, the 
leaping water falls and forging up boil- rougher grew the trail, and as I was 
ing rapids has developed these sturdy picking my way I paused to gaze at the 
mountaineer trout into prodigies of distant purple peaks and watch the sun 
strength and endurance. Even now my set in that lonely land as if I was wit- 
nerves tingle to the tips of my toes as nessing it for the first time. As my 
in fancy I hear my reel hum or see the eyes roamed over the stupendous dis- 
tip of my split bamboo bend so as to tance and unnamed mountains I felt my 
almost form a circle. I fished that own puny insignificance, as who has not 
stream with hands trembling with ex- when confronted with the vastness of 
citement and had filled my creel with nature. 

the rare fish before I discovered that Twice a day, at sunrise and sunset, 
the other streams' contained no fish of Old Time performs miracles as great as 
any kind, and I would have thought any recorded in Holy Writ. Any school 
that there was a total absence of animal boy can explain what is called the cause 
life in their cold waters but for the of the sunrise. It is not spoken of as 
appearance of two birds which were evi- a miracle, that is unscientific. It is 
dently feeding upon some aquatic crea- called a phenomenon, and in the pri- 
tures which my duller senses could not mary geographies we explain these phe- 
discern. nomenons to the little children. Yet, in 
Although they were the first of the spite of our stupid egotism and self- 
kind that I had ever seen alive, I at once complacency, the real cause remains as 
recognized the feathered visitors to be unfathomable as the space in the sky 
water ouzels. The birds preceded me above. 

on my way along the water course to- I turned from my view of the sunset 

ward camp, and were never quiet a to retrace my steps to the valley, and 


peeping over the top of a large boulder 
saw seated upon an inaccessible crag 
directly in front of me a gigantic figure 
of a man clad in a hunter's garb, and 
he was smoking a long cigar. 

When I thought of Big Pete's de- 
scription of how the Wild Hunter was 
wont tu sit with his long legs dangling 
from some rock while he smoked one of 
those unprocurable cigars, and when I 
realized that the figure before me was 
full sixty feet tall, I must confess to 
experiencing a queer sensation. 

It waj a shadowy figure, yet it moved, 
arose, held out one hand and a bird as 
large as the fabled roc alighted on the 
wrist of the outstretched hand. 

A slight breeze sprang up, the white 

mists from the valley rolled up the 
mountain side and drifted away, and 
the man and the; bird disappeared from 


It was long after dark when I reached 

camp and was greeted by my friend and 
guide with "(iol durn your picter ten- 
derfoot! if it hain't tuk you longer to 
get a pesky mess of yaller fish than it 
orter to kill a bar." 

"Little wonder," thought T, "that the 
Wild Hunter used golden bullets in a 
land where even the fish's scales are of 
the same precious metal ;" but I said 
nothing as I sat down to clean my "yal- 
ler" trout. 

{To be continued.) 



W'en ole Br'er Noer, on de water, 

La'nched his a'k uv go-fur wood, 
An' ev'yt'ing wuz sorter 

Fin'in' out des whar dey stood, 
Dere.wuz er creetur dat wan't wurried 

By de water's swush an' swish, 
An' he nevah ev'n hurried — 

An' he wan't no flyin'-fish ; 

An' he wan't des lak de yuthers 

W'at didn't 'fess 'ligun while dey could, 
Wid dey sisters an' dey bruthers 

An' de HT boy dat \\z good ; 
Was, w'en de soonah an' de sinner 

All got drounded in de Flood, 
Dere wuz wun dat cum out winner — 

Ole Br'er Turkle tuck de mud. 


Photo by Felix Raymer 



HIS lighting is 
known to operators 
in the studios as be- 
ing the effect that 
gives a better like- 
ness of the subject 
than any other, al- 
though there are not 
less than a dozen different effects of 
light and shade practiced in the best 
studios. There being so many abso- 
lutely different effects it has led many 
to suppose that as good work could not 
be secured by a small window as by a 
large studio light. But in later years, 
as the amateurs are becoming better 
acquainted with the art of negative 
making, it is found that as good work 
can be done by one source of light as 
another. This has been proven sev- 
eral ways, one being the use of flash 
light for making absolutely instantane- 
cus portraits. The flash demonstrated 
the fact that if the light fell on the 
subject's face from a certain direction 
the result would be a good piece of work. 
The portrait we submit with this ar- 
ticle is that of the Hon. Vespacian 
Warner, of Illinois, Commissioner of 
Pensions, and we have selected his pic- 
ture for the reason that he, having 
strong features, will serve to show the 
effect of the light perhaps better than 
one of a more regular cast of features. 
We will take up the making of the 
lighting and the posing in the same 
way followed in our former paper, in 
steps, and again recommend the plan 
of taking each step as it is given. 

We call attention to the amount of 
light that falls on the face. It will be 
seen that there is at least three-fourths 
of the face in the light, to the other 
fourth being in shadow. This is, of 
course, done by having the greater por- 
tion of the face turned to the light. 
There is no time when all the face 

should be in light. Shade is as neces- 
sary to the making of good work as is 
light. But it may be varied. At times 
there is more of the face in shadow 
than in light. When such is the case 
the effect of light belongs to what op- 
erators refer to as a "shadow effect." 
But where a greater portion of the face 
is in light the effect is referred to as a 
"broad effect." We mention these 
things so that in referring to them wt; 
may be the better understood. 

To secure this effect, first, have the 
window arranged as directed in our 
former article, viz. : so that all of the 
light entering from a point lower than 
the head of the subject is closed off. To 
do this all that is needed is to change 
the shade that will be found on all 
windows from the top down to the 
bottom. This shade should be of a 
color that will exclude the light, a dark- 
green being preferable, and the color 
that is oftenest found on windows. If 
the fasteners that the shade run in are 
fastened at the bottom of the window 
this will enable one to draw the cur- 
tain from the bottom upward, and thus 
close off all the light not wanted. It is 
better to have the window covered up 
to the top of the subject's head, thus 
doing away with all of the light be- 
low, as it is likely to destroy the mod- 
eling of the face. 

Second: Have the subject seated at 
a point that corresponds with the width 
of the window. For example, if the 
window is four feet wide, have the sub- 
ject posed just four feet from it, and 
in such a way that all of the light will 
be in front of the subject. To do this 
the subject should be posed out in the 
room from the window the four feet, 
and then back from its edge about two 
feet. Refer to the diagram* of the win- 

*A diagram illustrating Mr. Raymer's meaning will 
be found on page 82. 


4 8 


dow and the room, and our meaning* 
can easily be grasped. 

Third: Have the subject face direct- 
ly away from the window, turning his 
back full to it. 

Fourth: Have the subject begin to 
turn back slowly to the light and con- 
tinue turning* until he reaches the Doint 
where a little touch of light is about 
to come on the shadow ear. I mean by 
this the ear that is on the side of the 
face away from the light. Do not al- 
low the light to quite reach the ear, 
but have him turn as far as is possible 
without getting it on the ear. 

Fifth : Look at the shadow that is 
cast by the nose. This shadow should 
run from the nose downward toward 
the corner of the mouth. If it does it 
indicates the fact that the light is fail- 
ing on the subject from an angle of 
about 45 degrees, which is considered 
the proper direction for light to fall by 
the best workers. 

But if the shadow from the nose 
should fall directly under the nose to- 
ward the centre of the mouth it shows 
that there is too much top light, or, in 
other words, "the light is falling from 
too high an angle. To overcome this 
and make the light take the right di- 
rection move the subject farther from 
the window, and proceed as before, un- 
til we reach the fifth step. 

But if the shadow from the nose 
should fall away from the nose above ■ 
the corner of the mouth across the 
shadow cheek, it shows that the shade 
on the window is too low, which al- 
lows the light to fall on the subject 
from a point below the top of the head. 
This, we remember, destroys modeling. 
The shade should be drawn slowly up- 
ward, the operator watching the shad- 
ow all the time, and when it is seen to 
take a turn down to the corner of the 
mouth the direction of light is correct. 

Sixth : Look at both * eyes, and if 
there is a small dart of light shown in 
them well and good. But if there is a 
dart in the light eye and not in the 
shadow eye, it is because the subject 
has not been turned quite far enough 

to the light. But if there is a light in 
the shadow eye and none in the light 
eye it is because the light eye is smaller 
than the other, and all that can be done 
is to work in the light with a pencil 
after the negative is developed. 

Seventh : Look at the highest light 
on the face which is over the light eye, 
and if it is so bright that the flesh can- 
not be seen in it a while cloth should 
be hung over the upper sash of the 
window, so that all light will have to 
pass through it to reach the subject. 
This gives what we call "diffusion/' 
which means that the light is softened. 

Eighth : Look at the deepest shadow, 
which comes at the corner of the mouth 
on the shadow side of the face, and if 
the flesh cannot be seen in it there will 
have to be some reflected light used to 
illuminate it. To do this take a white 
cardboard in the hand, and, while the 
exposure is being made, reflect light 
into the shadow until the flesh can be 

Ninth : Place the camera at the 
point to secure the view of the face 
desired. In the case of our illustra- 
tion the camera was stationed just half 
the distance from the window that the 
subject was posed. In other words, the 
subject being four feet from the win- 
dow the camera was two feet. 

Tenth : Give plenty of exposure, but 
do not think it will take so very much 
longer than if made by the operator's 
large sky light, for the difference will 
be very slight. In the case of the large 
light the subject will be posed farther 
from it than is the case with the win- 
dow. So that in posing farther away 
it will take almost as long. This sit- 
ting of Mr. Warner only required an 
exposure of three seconds, and it was 
made on an n x 14 plate. 

Eleventh : The choice of a back- 
ground for the subject is largely a mat- 
ter of personal opinion with the op- 
erator, only let it be of a quiet nature. 
Grounds showing figure work are to 
be avoided, for the reason that they de- 
tract from the subject, which should 
never be. 




PhotO by U. B. WILLIAMS 



Illustrated by the Author 

O O D woodcock 
shooting in the Mid- 
dle States, and espe- 
cially in New York 
State, is rapidly be- 
coming a thing of 
the past. Nowadays 
when a sports- 
man goes out for a day's hunt, no mat- 
ter how good his dog may be, if he 

son, then perhaps we ought to realize 
one great reason why our choice little 
game-bird is becoming scarcer every 

This fact has really been quite no- 
ticeable for the past few years, through 
the central part of New York State, 
where I have regularly, each fall, vis- 
ited some ideal woodcock cover. 

This year I have been shooting over 


brings home even a few woodcocks he 
is considered lucky, and even then he 
will generally bring home all that he 
has seen. So that now our day's sport 
in the woods is mostly dependent upon 
the wily old grouse, who very often 
allures even the best of our sportsmen. 
It is now generally considered by 
the majority of naturalists and sports- 
men that the woodcock are fast becom- 
ing extinct, and a sad thing, too, it is 
to believe ; however, when we stop to 
consider that they simply run the 
gantlet from the State of Maine to 
the Gulf, and from September to April, 
a hunter can go into one State or an- 
other where he will find an open sea- 

a pointer clog who seems particularly 
keen for the woodcock scent, and this, 
as every good sportsman knows, is no 
common thing, even though a dog may 
be excellent on quail and partridge ; but 
however good your dog is, if the birds 
are scarce your shooting will be like- 
wise. So, this year, when some re- 
nowned old haunts were visited, the re- 
sult was that only an occasional stray 
bird was flushed, and that laying so 
close that often the dog's ability was 
doubted until that unmistakable whist- 
ling of wings was heard, when our 
feathered friend arose to the tops of 
the alders, and then dropped zigzag- 
ingly down only a short distance away, 




apparently thinking- himself out of dan 
ger. Then again, lying so close that 
the color of his plumage blended so 
with that of his surroundings that he 
made himself apparently invisible. 
Being quite an advocate myself of 

piles which laid along the edge of rm 

alder patch, we carefully worked the 
dog in that direction, and were soon 
rewarded by seeing the dog come to a 
riged point at the vd^c of the alder 
patch. There, alongside of one of the 


taking- game with the kodak rather 
than with the gun, I often combine 
both the sports and slip a kodak in 
my pocket when going hunting 1 , al- 
though I must admit that most of the 
pictures taken have been of the dog 
rather than of game. However,, on one 
occasion this fall while out hunting 
with a companion of mine we chanced 
to flush a woodcock, and, marking his 
flight in the direction of some brush 

brush heaps, stood Mister Woodcock, 
quite in the open, yet it took several 
seconds to distinguish him. The bird 
seemingly more interested in watching 
the dog, rather than ourselves, allowed 
himself to be hastily photographed be- 
fore seeking another hiding place, and 
I must say, that for those few seconds 
the camera afforded more pleasure than 
the gun would have in bringing to bag 
such a handsome creature. 



South ! South, all the wild geese are flying 
South ! To the South land whispers my heart 

Song birds are flown and flowers are dying, 
Why should I linger in sadness apart ? 

South ! South ! Mingled perfumes are blending, 
Birds to their nesting, bees to the bloom, 

Moonbeams and star-gleams, sunshine unending 
Why linger longer in sadness and gloom? 

South! South! There is joy in the living, 
Nature is lavishing gifts fit for kings, 

Soul, let us share in her bounteous giving ; 
Drink for our healing from magical springs. 



N the fall of 1904 
a party of us had 
just concluded a cam- 
p a ig n in Northern 
Michigan among its 
f a m ous bucks and 
does. Most of our 
party for several 
seasons past had en- 
tertained a desire 
to invade a more 
inaccessible and 
wilder region, so it was left to the 
writer the task of locating such a spot, 
if possible. By mere chance the above 
lake was located on the Government 
Survey map of 1901, and a route to it 
was also subsequently arranged. Lake 
Present, or Larder Lake, as it is some- 
times called, is practically an unfre- 
quented body of water surrounded by 
virgin forests, located about fifty miles 
north of the head waters of Lake Tim- 
iskaming, or nearly five hundred miles 
north of Toronto. On account of its 
extreme northern location our party en- 
tertained the idea that the climate must 
necessarily become cold very early in 
the season. Some of the boys had 
plenty of steel traps, and, with fur 
prime around October first (just think 
of it) we were going to make some 
money along with a good time. After 
writing everyone possible in Northern 
Ontario, and getting mighty little in- 
formation as a result, the writer joined 
at Pompeii, Mich., a small party, con- 
sisting of Fred. Reade, Claude Oven- 
den and G. M. Willoughby. With a 
good-sized arsenal and about sixty-five 
steel traps of various sizes (two bear 
traps weighed nineteen pounds each), 
we boarded the train September 25 
with sufficient baggage to sink an or- 
dinary flatboat. We had over nine hun- 

*Larder Lake on Government maps. — Ed. 

dred pounds in four boxes, which' were 
made to stand a trip over Niagara. 
They resembled rough coffin boxes 
more than anything else, and must have 
been seen to be best appreciated. Our 
first transfer after leaving Pompeii 
came at Owosso Junction amid the 
groans and oaths of those who tried 
their hand at the boxes. At Du- 
rand another wrestle with the cof- 
fin-boxes, the baggage-man being 
worsted at every turn. The next 
transfer was to take place at Port Hu- 
ron. Here was a close connection. 
The trainmen ahead must have ob- 
tained advance information of what 
was on the way as the Grand 
Trunk pulled out and broke the 
connection, thus forcing us to re- 
main there over ten hours. About mid- 
night a sleepy lot of boys saw their bag- 
gage aboard and were off for Toronto, 
arriving about 7 a. in., October 26th. 
From Toronto to North Bay the trip 
was without special interest. We were 
not able to get a train out of North 
Bay on day of arrival. Here we found 
a junction with the Canadian Pacific 
Railway, marking a very busy spot in 
Northern Ontario. Next season will 
find this place a veritable bee hive on 
account of the mining craze at Cobalt, 
some distance north. Our train was 
scheduled to leave North Bay at 10 a. 
m., but the "on to Cobalt craze" was 
so much in evidence that nearly an 
hour's time ensued in loading baggage. 
Again those unsightly boxes gave us 
trouble. Everything had been loaded 
except these, when it was decided to 
leave them behind. Our stock dropped 
thirty points on hearing this. We 
must act quickly. Getting hold of the 
conductor we soon persuaded him that 
our case was a bad one, and to our in- 
tense surprise he halted the train and 




gave orders to load the stuff in. Again 
more swearing, but soon over we were 
slowly moving northward. Our first 
stop of interest was Timagami. This 
place needs no introduction here. ( )nr 
party would never have been satisfied to 
have stopped at Timagami. Too much 
red tape. It would be just the place for 
an old-fashioned Sunday School picnic. 
Lots of game there, to be sure, but you 
can generally get the pedigree of each 
animal before starting in. After leav- 

sundown. I [ere we put in I he night. 
Otir effects were transferred on the fol 
lowing morning to the steamboal 
Geisha. This was October 28th. A 
trip, of about thirty five miles up the 
River Blanche brought us to Toms- 
town, where we we're to outfit. We 
soon found a mistake had been made 
in leaving our final outfitting un- 
til the last moment. Ton 1st own con- 
sists of a couple of general stores and 
a gin shop that sells scorching whis- 


ing Timagami our first important stop 
was the much-talked-of place Cobalt. 
Four-fifths of the passengers on our 
train stopped here. It was a busy 
scene. Cobalt is the mining headquar- 
ters of this vast region. It's a brand 
new town. Several banks are already 
flouishing under tents. One-half of 
this little mining city is under tents. 
The country for miles around is filled 
with prospectors. Mining claims are 
staked out in every direction. Next 
year will find Cobalt very strenuous. 

Our train soon left Cobalt behind, 
pulling into New Liskeard at the head 
waters of Lake Timiskaming, just at 

key. Thinking we might need a little 
of the latter in camp we looked over 
the proprietor's stock and purchased a 
large bottle with the year 1884 even 
blown into the cork. This was suffi- 
ciently old to be worth while. Our first 
drink was taken at a distance of several 
yards from any water. We would all 
have perished had our legs given out 
in a race for the river. After filling 
up with good river water we soon 
regained consciousness. 

Of course, we were old seasoned 
hunters, but our experience at canoeing 
and portaging was limited. Over nine 
hundred pounds already and no grocer- 

" These immense chunks of iron had cost us a lot of effort 

les as yet. What could birch bark 
canoes do with this load and our weight 
along with it. The only available ca- 
noe in Tomstown was a surveyor's, 
capable of carrying eight people. Re- 
member, we had never made a portage. 
Several old guides gave us the smile as 
we hired the boat and commenced un- 
packing those boxes. One of the first 
things to come out was an old elevated 
oven weighing one hundred pounds. 
When this appeared an old Indian 
guide standing close by nearly fell into 
the river with laughter, and it's seldom 
these fellows crack a smile. Time was 
now getting precious with us. We 
must reach Windigo Lake. There were 
two routes. We had no guides. One 
route was across the country, the other 
up rapids and over portages, and a 
long way around. Finding we could 
not get out this day, our tent was set 
up for first time. Here we remained 
until 2 p. m. the following day, when 
a team was secured. A rough trip of 
five miles across the bush brought us to 
the head waters of Windigo Lake, 
where our canoe was launched. The 
rough trip overland had broken the ele- 

vated oven, except the top and grid- 
dles. This breakage pleased the writer 
immensely. The boxes were again un- 
packed and left in the woods to be 
picked up on our return. Our canoe 
was loaded about sundown. One mile's 
paddle up the lake and it was growing 
dark. Rocks on both sides. Push- 
ing on in the darkness, we finally 
felt our way in, camping that night in 
a swamp. Next morning, September 
ist, we were away before daylight. As 
we paddled up the lake the scenery 
commenced to grow beautiful. Pass- 
ing out of Windigo through short rap- 
ids we entered a smaller lake unnamed. 
Our first portage was made at 10 
o'clock, an easy one, but it was putting 
us in trim. We were now learning 
something every minute. A trolling 
spoon was put out in next lake, and a 
four-pound pike made the mistake of 
his life in grabbing it. Fish for din- 
ner on third portage. We found its 
flavor much superior to any pike caught 
in more southerly waters. Moose 
tracks were fast becoming plentiful. 
Now and then the shores would show 
their presence in large numbers. This 




was all very interesting to us. I '.'id vve known that grease 

dling further up the lake our fourth 

pqrtage was encountered. I [ere we 

pitched our tent close by the falls 

and four tired boys slept as they never 

slept before. Up and away early next 

morning. A new broom always sweeps 

was flic- pr< 

ventive this trouble could have been 
avoided. At the lighting of the camp 
fire these pests disappear like magic. 
This night our camp was made on th< 
river entrance to Lake Present. I [ere 
was the longesl portage on the route. 

clean. Several portages, magnificent Everything was brought over but the 


scenery, plenty of fish, moose tracks 
without number all these passing un- 
der a continuous panorama. Several 
moose were seen to dash out of the 
water and into the bush. As the sea- 
son was not yet on we were not anxious 
to bag anything in particular. Such 
weather as we were having could not 
have been excelled, even in Florida. It 
brought out hordes of black flies char- 
acteristic of the country. Their bites 
are poisonous. We were all soon 
looking like small pox suspects. Had 

boat. On the following day, October 
ist, we finished our last portage, en- 
tering Lake Present about noon. We 
found the lake full of beautiful islands, 
and our dinner was cooked on the first 
one met. Our first night's camp was 
made on the north side of lake. Here 
we found a sandy shore and the ideal 
spot, for a fisherman's headquarters. 
We rested here for a couple of clays, 
exploring the country for signs of fur. 
We found few signs. Too many rocks 
Not sufficient low ground. Pulling up 



stakes, our way was felt around the 
lake for inlets. We found and ex- 
plored them all. Along all the river en- 
trances were hard beaten moose trails. 
These paths crossed and reerossed un- 
til it seemed as if one were traveling 
over a western stock ranch. Many 
beaver dams were also found up these 
inlets. We discovered that the fur was 
not yet prime, so it was decided that the 
steel traps should remain in camp. 

morning, October 8th, the paddles 
were put deep into the water and our 
canoe headed for the outlet. Beans for 
breakfast, dinner and supper. The 
country was full of small game, giving 
us an occasional change of diet. Lake 
Present had also given up some of its 
trout, the like of which we had never be- 
fore seen. Descendants of Izaak Wal- 
ton would surely go* mad at the sight 
of these trout. Reader, if you are a 


These immense chunks of iron had cost 
us a lot of effort, and to think they had 
to be carried out made matters still 
worse. The boys had become so inocu- 
lated with the mining fever at Cobalt 
and further north, that they all set out 
prospecting, a new business, indeed, and 
some very glistening samples were 
brought in. Several pleasant days were 
spent around the lake. On the morning 
of October 7th an inventory of the 
larder was made. The dog had eaten 
all the sugar, there was little coffee, and 
several messes of beans only to carry 
us out. It would take us nearly a week 
to reach Tomstown. On the following 

fisherman just take the writer's word 
for it and hie yourself to Present Lake. 
Take along plenty of good things to 
ear, so your stay will not necessarily 
be cut short. You will thank me for 
this generous tip. Lake trout the finest 
the gamiest and the most delicious that 
any waters, anywhere, have ever given 
up. We were now homeward bound. 
Everyone had developed a mania for 
something special to eat. Apple pie 
for mine ; bread and butter another ; 
while another wanted oysters. We soon 
all fell in line for bread and butter. 
Many miles as yet separated us from 
this luxury. We were gaining ground. 



It was suggested, that in order to gain Ihe subjecl of bread and butter cam< 

time, we shoot some oi the rapids on the up, and the thoughl oi getting ii thi 

way home. The first one run proved too night seemed to pul new life into u 

much for our canoe, a hole being put Beans had been served tip so regularlj 

through her bottom. A two-hour delay that they fairly stuck oul oi "in - 

in repairing failed to compensate for The old canoe was fairly running awa 

time saved in carrying around. Rain A (dear track appeared on the map. 

overtook us at the head waters of Win- Listen! Could it be falls we heard 

digo Lake. Here we were stormbound ahead. The oft-familiar sound grew 

a whole daw This proved a blessing plainer. Sure enough! The real ar 

later on, since it raised the Blanche ticle was there. Our canoe was pointed 


River sufficiently to permit the steam- 
boat "Geisha" to make Tomstown the 
first time in over a week. From Win- 
digo Lake we decided to avoid the 
cross-country road by following the 
river. The^e were three portages, the 
first one £rc„. Windigo, being one and 
one-half miles ; the other two rather 
short. We had disposed of some bag- 
gage by sending it across the bush, but 
enough was left behind to cause three 
trips each. It took one-half day to make 
first portage. At sundown we met an 
Indian paddling up. He told us we 
were within three miles of Tomstown. 
All hands were getting tired. Again 

for the left bank. The current was 
fast getting stronger, and the night 
growing darker. We had made a mis- 
take. Our portage was on the right. 
Pushing away from the bank the cur- 
rent caught the canoe's stern and begun 
to carry us toward destruction. None 
of us had ever before been in such a 
predicament. We were now six feet 
from going over when the canoe swung 
straight with the stream. Man astern 
yelled ahead. For thirty seconds we 
stood still ; then, slowly gaining, our 
victory had been won. 

As our party sat by the camp-fire 
opposite Tomstown that night eating 



home-made bread and butter little else 
than our hairbreadth escape was men- 
tioned. The scene had been burned in- 
to our brains. It will always be fresh in 
our memories. 

At Toronto Sunday morning, Octo- 
ber 15, the writer bade farewell to the 

rying, scurrying crowds of human- 
ity, jostling, pushing, now elbowing 
their way through, again the sound of 
its ever-clanging street-car bells, its 
trucks, autos and cabs, twisting in and 
out, here and there dodging each other ; 
all this stood out in living contrast, with 


boys and soon was moving New York- 
ward, reaching there the following 
morning much benefited in health, be- 
sides an experience which could never 

the camp-life scenes from which I had 
just traveled — the contrast seemed too 
great to bear. For a moment I was 
carried back. The call of the wild was 

have been gained through correspond- beckoning a return ; could I have then 
ence, books or maps. Passing up and there been transported, if just for 
Broadway, through the din of its hur- one night. 



LOR ID A is truly 
the bait caster's par- 
adise. Not only docs 
this state a ff o r d 
pleasure to the de- 
votee of the modern 
art of bait casting 
every month in the 
year, but the varieties of fish which are 
successfully lured with artificial wooden 
minnows far exceed those of any other 
portion of America. 

Unfortunately, however, for the win- 
ter tourist, or "snow ball," the best fish- 
ing months are during the spring. Even 
into June and July, especially is this 
true of the majority of sea fishes. 

The large mouth black bass (Micro p- 
terus salmoides), which in these wa- 
ters attain the enormous weight of over 
twenty pounds, and which are generally 
though erroneously supposed by a large 
majority of Northern brother anglers 
to lack the gamey instincts and fighting 
propensities of their cousins inhabiting 
the cooler waters of the North, are de- 
cidedly more vicious and afford better 
sport in June and July than during the 

Practically in all of the clear fresh 
water lakes and streams are found the 
black bass and bream or blue gill, while 
in most of the so-called cypress waters, 
slightly tinctured by the roots of cypress 
trees, are found in addition, pike — lo- 
cally known as jack-fish — and the ever 
dreaded dog or mud fish. 

The blue gills are about twice as 
large as those of the North and are 
readily taken with even the largest 5- 
treble sinking wooden minnows by sim- 
ply replacing the rear treble with a 
number 3 or 4 single hook and baiting 
it with a worm. The large minnows 
attract their attention and being of a 
somewhat fighting disposition, attack it 

and upon spying the worm invariably 
take il in a savage manner. 

The advantage of angling in this 
manner for these fish is that bass, which 
invariably strike wooden minnows al the 
sides, are frequently taken on bream 
grounds and not one in ten will be lost 
by the change in rear hooks. 

For bass in "cypress" waters, except 
on still, bright days, no lure has proven 
so successful as the double spinner, 
white belly, surface minnow, equipped 
with a 3-0 rear and 4-0 specially shaped 
treble lining underneath with the points 
of hooks at or near the center of the 
body. This bait is also most successful 
on cloudy days, even in crystal clear 
waters, except during the summer. One 
day with another, however, in clear 
water, underwater minnows with side 
and rear trebles are productive of best 
results. Ordinarily those with white 
belly and mottled greenback, commer- 
cially known as "fancy back" or with 
"rainbow" sides and dark back prove 
the best killers. Like trout bass, how- 
ever, are fickle and some days minnows 
of medium shades of yellow with care- 
fully blended sides and darker backs 
arc more luring than either of the 
former, while again, bright aluminum 
with darker sides and backs prove most 

In the selection of lures, in addition 
to the foregoing, strength and durabil- 
ity should be carefully considered, for 
Rorida bass, as well as many species 
of sea fishes which readily take these 
bait, grow to sizes and weights suffi- 
cient to rend many artificial minnows 
on the market. An invaluable feature 
in the construction of any lure is that 
the trebles be so attached as to hold the 
points of hooks away from the body, 
which greatly increases the hooking 
qualities. Another important point is 




detachability in case of a broken hook. 

Sea tront, channel bass, groupers, 
blue fish, Spanish mackerel, kingfish, 
amber jacks, barracuda, cavalle, pom- 
pano and numerous other sea fishes take 
auv of the above sinking minnows, while 
some varieties rise to surface lures. For 
trolliuo- for sea fish behind launches at 
speeds of six miles an hour or more, 
the popular squid which may be pro- 
cured at all coast towns, is an excellent 
lure, but is too heavy for casting or 
slow trolling. 

While any bait-casting reel will suf- 
fice, those of eighty yards capacity are 
most satisfactory, especially for bass, 
which use entirely different tactics than 
their northern kin. Instead of endeav- 
oring to entangle the line in old roots, 
fallen tree tops, weeds and the like, fre- 
quent rapid dashes toward the boat are 
made, often shaking every five or ten 
feet, thus the advantage of a larger 
diameter reel than the much loved Ken- 
tucky pattern, which will take up the 
line more rapidly. 

Unquestionably no line, casting, wear- 
ing cjualities and strength considered, is 
equal to the size "H" Black Wonder 
for Florida waters. By equipping the 
reel with an even spooler, which makes 
a perfect spool, no difficulty in casting 
will be experienced by the change in 

An ideal rod is one of from four feet 
nine inches to five feet in length — not 
longer — and of one piece, with remova- 
ble handle. An adjustable finger hook 
or trigger is a valuable adjunct. 

To those objecting to the incon- 
venience of one-piece rods, may be 
recommended a rather unique design in 
the way of two-piece construction, in 
which the tips are from 32 to 30 
inches in length, depending upon the 
size trunk in which they are to be 
packed; the butt joint, including grip 
and reel seat, making the additional 

Two-piece rods of equal length joints, 
unless too heavy to possess good action, 
are almost sure to break at the ferrule. 

As in all bait casting rods nearly all of 
the action or spring should be from a 
point two-thirds of the distance from 
grip to the tip and so proportioned 
that when the grip is held rigid and the 
tip subjected to a right angle strain of 
12 oz. will yield nine inches. 

Florida bass being very tough 
mouthed and requiring severe striking 
to set the hooks past the beards, rods 
less rigid than above will be found lack- 

Split bamboo is without question the 
best wood for rods, possessing great 
strength for its weight and being of 
relatively perfect resiliency, but the 
glued joints deteriorate rapidly if ex- 
posed to water, and the cost is rather 
high if of best quality. 

Greenheart is next in point of action 
and in careful hands makes a very sat- 
isfactory rod, but is inclined to be brit- 
tle and will not stand careless usage. 

White lancewood is generally sup- 
posed to be superior to yellow, but the 
latter is certainly stronger and although 
slightly heavier, makes a very good and 
durable rod, one to be recommended to 

Probably at no point on the east 
coast is better sea fishing found than at 
Fort Pierce, although most any station 
on Indian River affords good fishing 
and hotel accommodations. Nearly all 
the fresh water streams flowing into the 
river contain black bass in sufficient 
quantities to satisfy the average disciple 
of Walton. 

On the west or Gulf coast, Sarasota 
bay, Charlotte harbor, San Carlos bay 
and the Caloosahatchee river are fa- 
vorite waters. 

The best bass fishing in America is in 
what is known as the Kissimmee water- 
way, starting at the town of Kissimmee 
on Lake Tohopekaliga and extending 
south through the Kissimmee river, 
which is divided by Lake Kissimmee — 
about ninety miles to Lake Okeechobee, 
the largest in the state, thence through 
a drainage canal to the Caloosahatchee 
river and to San Carlos bay and the 



Gulf. Along this route is also found 
excellent deer, turkey and alligator 
shooting. From the starting point until 
Fort Myres is reached all is wilderness 
save the little trading post of Bassenger, 
located some fifty miles from the rail- 

Parties desiring good bass fishing and 

not wishing to camp will find no better 
location than Mohawk or its immediati 
vicinity, situated in the Apopka moun- 
tains in I ,ake ( ounl v, which con 
tains 1,500 lakes and many navigable 



If the day is warm 
And the roads are dry, 
The world may laugh, or the world may cry, 
Little care I. 

I am seeing life 
In a quiet way — 
Unattend and with nothing to pay, 
I go where I may. 

I lunch on the fruits 
Of the orchard and vine, 
And however sumptuously others may dine, 
I never repine. 

When night comes on 
I lie down to sleep 
Under the hedges, where the grasses are deep, 
And the crickets cheep. 

My staunchest friend 
Is the green old earth, 
Who will give me burial, as she gave me birth. 
The dear old earth. 




While out in the woods during the early 
summer I became much interested in the 
tree-climbing snakes, and while making some 
colored sketches of live specimens I was sur- 
prised at the facility and rapidity with which 
these snakes could tie a knot with their bod- 
ies, and also the strength they exhibited. In 
a recent issue there was a note in Recrea- 
tion, telling how Jimmy Chandler, of Bo- 

might not have been the best it must have 
required phenomenal strength on the part of 
the snake to pull its head loose from his 
grasp. I would have been more surprised at 
this and inclined to doubt it were it not for 
the fact that last summer I grasped a water 
snake, which was creeping under a rock, by 
the tail and attempted to hold it until some 
one should remove the stone ; but the snake 
pulled so hard that it left the tail in my 

. . . he handcuffed me 

hernia, Pike County, Pennsylvania, was bit- 
ten on the hand by a rattler. What inter- 
ests me in connection with this subject is 
not the fact of Jim's being bitten by this 
venomous reptile, but that when the snake 
was wrapped around his arm and he grasped 
it by the neck it had sufficient strength to 
pull itself loose from his hand, which fact 
caused the accident. I know Jim, and he is 
a powerful young backwoodsman, with 
muscles of iron, and even though his hold 

grasp and itself disappeared under the stone; 
I have never heard that the water snake has 
not been noted for its strength. So, when 
making these sketches the little green snake 
which I attempted to hold with one hand 
while I sketched with the other, would swing 
its tail around until it struck my pencil or 
some o f her object and then, with a motion 
quicker than that of the most expert Jack 
Tar, he'd throw a hitch around that object, 
or a knot, which could not be pulled loose 


an upper view of the snake 

without endangering the parting of the 
snake's body. While engaged in this work 
my nephew captured a lusty mountain black 
snake, and I got my camera ready, focused 
it, and put it in the hands of one of the 
party, and then tried the experiment to see 
what the black snake would do with my two 
hands when his tail touched them. The re- 
sult is depicted in the accompanying photo- 

He handcuffed me in less time than it 
takes to tell how he did it. In fact, his mo- 
tions were too quick for me to accurately 
tell just how he did it, but by taking a series 
of photographs of different views I succeeded 
in getting some pictures which will explain 
the operation better than I can by words. 

The first photograph shows my nephew 
holding the snake by the head the moment 
after its tail had touched my arm, and, as 
it may be seen, my hands are securely tied 

The second photograph shows an upper 
view o>f the snake in my hands. 

The third photograph shows an under view. 
In each of the last two photographs I for- 
cibly kept my hands apart so as to show 
the manner in which the knot was tied. In 
the last photograph you can see how com- 
pletely I was handcuffed after the snake had 
drawn the knot taut by this living manacle. 
Of course, I don't want the reader or any 
one else to think that I was unable to free 
myself, because I have strength enough, and 
any ordinary man has, to simply pull his 
hands apart and tear the body of the little 
reptile asunder; but, had his body been made 
of metal instead of flesh no handcuff in- 
vented by man could have held me more se- 
curely. To keep this snake for future ob- 
servations I threw him in a large receiving 
cage, which was made 'of a piece of wire 
netting, bent into the form of a cylinder, and 
covered top and bottom, and in which I put 




any small live things which I captured and 
needed for observation. It was what in the 
olden days the showman used to call a 
"happy family" that occupied this cage, but 
the happy part represents only the showman's 
way of putting things. There was a flying 
squirrel in this cage, and he took a malicious 
delight in tormenting the black snake. The 
serpent was a cautions hunter. He would 
move around so slowly that the motion was 
scarcely perceptible, in his attempt to gain a 
vantage ground from which to strike and 
capture his tormentor, and his care and wood- 
craft deserved success, but the quarry was 
shy and wise with the wisdom of the wood 
folks, and if the black snake could strike 
quickly the squirrel could jump even more 
swiftly than the snake could strike. Time 
and time again the squirrel crept chattering 
down the sides of the cage until he had 
tempted the black snake to spring at him — if 
we can use such an expression to designate 
the motion, which was simply a sudden 
straightening out of a loop made in the shiny 
black neck — and, although the snake's mo- 
tion when attacking was apparently as rapid 
as that of the shutter of a camera, his poor 
nose would come with a bang against the 
hard, unyielding wires, and the squirrel 
would be in the top of the cage ready to re- 
peat the manoeuver. At last, in sheer pity 
for the snake's wounded nose, I took the rep- 
tile by the tail and pulled him from the cage 
and tossed him down on the damp ground 
under the ferns, where he might find life, 
liberty and the pursuit of happiness without 
the company of flying squirrels. It was a 
fine specimen of black snake. Every motion 
of his glistening body betokened strength and 
grace, and I was very anxious to make a 
careful study of it, for I have none among 
my sketches, but, because of the unceasing 
persecution of the flying squirrel, I liberated 
my model and allowed it to escape. 

While on this subject it may be interesting 
to my readers to know that one of the largest 
sized garter snakes stood no show in a tussle 
with an ordinary chipmunk, because I saw a 
chipmunk jump upon a garter .snake, and, 
although the snake wound its sinuous body 
around the squirrel, the latter iseemed not in 
the least troubled by the embrace, but quietly 
gnawed off the head of the snake, and then, 
taking it in his little paws, it sat on its hind 
legs and ate it up as it would a hickory nut. 

My readers must not understand by these 
remarks that I approve of, or even inten- 
tionally, took a hand in causing any of these 
sanguinary encounters, 'but when one is col- 

lecting live specimen's for sketching pur 
poses, even though he gives them .ill theii 
freedom after they have served him .1 mod 
els, there are bound to be some unadvertised 
and unscheduled scrapes where the I 
problem conies to the front, and tin- heredi 
tary prejudices and antipathies have .'in op 
portunity of venting themselves. 

A little white-footed mouse whieli I had iii 
a cage with a garter snake, bul for which I 
provided a safe retreat in one corner, so fixed 
that the snake could not enter lit, became so 
enraged at the presence of its enemy that it 
left its safe retreat to attack the monster 
snake, for monster it was in comparison with 
the size of the little mouse; but 1 doubt if 
this would have happened in the open. It 
was probably the maternal instinct which 
prompted the little mother mouse to come 
out and attack 'its great foe, but, whatever it 
was, out she came and jumped right for the 
snake, much to the latter's surprise. Her 
small teeth, although capable of inflicting a 
painful bite on my finger, were not long 
enough to do any injury to the garter snake, 
and before I could open the cage to inter- 
fere the latter had bitten the mouse severely 
on one of its hind feet, but, for the comfort 
of the tender-hearted breeder, I will say that 
I took the snake from the cage and liberated 
it; also, that I kept the mother mouse until 
her foot had healed, and when I let her 
go in the woods her injury would only be 
perceptible from a slight limp as she went 
hopping over a moss-covered log to her old 
home in the rotten trunk of a tree. 



Deep in the hemlock gloom, 

When rhododendrons bloom, 

Or snowflakes filter through, 

Awhiting all the sere anew; 

When bold hepaticas first frolic at the heel 

Of lingering chill, in wayward zeal, 

Or when the garniture of wood compels 

To sunset sky to rouse in envious chromic 

Your self-announced, piping voice ^ 
To me intones true wood-bourgeois. 
No study in convention school of art ! 
You choose as yours the simple part 
Of honest woodman, skilled in craft 
No toil of conning can engraft. 

happy, noisy, tumbling acrobat, 

1 love your black cap and cravat; 

My winter would be long without your glee, 
You happy, noisy, romping chickadee. 




Editor Recreation : 

Noting the great interest shown by your 
"laymen editors" who write of a new style 
single action revolver with the "swing out 
cylinder," permit me to add my name to the 
list. The discussion relative to this arm is 
most interesting, so much so, I purchase 
Recreation that I may benefit thereby. 

I note particularly that your contributors 
do not seem to be aware of the fact that 
were the Colt people to put out such a 
"gun" there would be no need to waste 
time in regard -to calibres and lengths _ of 
barrel. It would be merely a case of using 
the same calibres, the same cylinders and 
the same lengths as they do now — and al- 
ways have. The only difference would be 
the fact that the frame would be made to 
look as much as possible like an old-time 
"Frontier '45," with a swing out cylinder 
of single action, with rebounding hammer 
— all exceedingly easy. 

I might suggest, for the benefit of the 
makers, that if they turn out such a "gun," 
the breech-plate of the frame (i.e., backing 
to cartridges) be more substantial than are 
those used in the "New Service" frames, 
and made with the idea that smokeless pow- 
ders will be used exclusively. 

The time has come for revolver makers 
to resign themselves to the fact that the 
arms they turn out must be guaranteed to 
stand smokeless charges in like measure as 
have the old black powder weapons. 

There is no reason whatsoever that all 
revolvers should not be so constructed. I 
have had my experiences. I do not care to 
set them down here. 

The reason so much interest centers on 
the model as suggested by Mr. Haynes is 
that such an arm embraces the romance of 
the old days, when the '45 was king, and, too, 
it resembles so much the type of revolver 
that made Mosby and his men_ well-nigh 
invincible. We cling to memories of the 
past. We love to see the old Kentucky 
rifle hanging above the fire-place and the 
great powder-horn beside it. Hence, we 
want a revolver now really modern, but in 
appearance suggestive of the days of con- 

I predict that for years to come revolver 
shooting will be the fad— a permanent, prac- 

ticable fad. The people are but only awak- 
ening to the beauties of the sport. Army 
officers are devoting much time to a study 
of it, finally realizing that henceforth it is 
to play by far a greater part in war than 
ever before thought of. 

The "automatic" is the gun of the future, 
and may be rated in comparison with re- 
volvers as were revolvers with flint locks. 

I carry a Luger carbine-pistol, having a 
12-in. barrel, day in and day out — day and 
night — on hunting trips, suspended from a 
shoulder arm-pit holster, also a .44 S. & W. 
heavy S. A., or a Colt's of the same calibre. 
They never tire me. I hunt exclusively with 
these "guns." 

I desire such a "gun" as was shown in 
your October issue. Have encouraged the 
Colt's people to realize that they make no 
mistake by turning out such a one. If they 
do, it naturally follows they will also make 
all calibres just as easily as they do now — 
and without added expense. 

They will sell like hot cakes. I may here 
add that if they do not there may be other 
makers who will have sufficient perception 
to respond to the unusual demand for such 
a "gun." 

I wish to congratulate Recreation readers 
because they had the privilege of reading 
Mr. Harry H. Dunn's account of "his" 
Death Valley game preserve, a brief descrip- 
tion of the Amargosa River (in December 
issue) — the "Amagosh," as the desert men 
call it. I have been in that region twice 
during the past twenty years. It will be a 
famous place ere long. 

Harry H. Morris. 


Editor, Recreation: 

I have just returned from my annual hunt- 
ing trip and am so exceedingly well pleased 
with the little .303 Featherweight Savage 
that I just want to say to you that it is in my 
opinion the ideal all-round rifle for large and 
small game. I actually believe if the merits 
of this little gun were fairly presented to 
the sportsmen of this country there would 
be very little demand for heavier rifles. 

W. L. Marble, Gladstone, Mich. 





Editor Recreation: 

While I am not a regular subscriber to 
your most interesting magazine, still I man- 
age to get hold of a copy pretty regularly at 
the newsdealers, and have had much pleas- 
ure and have taken a good deal of interest 
in the various discussion of arms and am- 
munition, although for a number of years 

cussion on sights, both for field and fcargel 
practice. I will not attempl to dis< Lisa the 
merits of the differenl makers, bul I en 
close a rough pen sketch of a sighl thai IS 
little known, although lo my idea, and I 
think any marksman who oner- uses if will 
agree with me, that it is the finesl sighl lie 
ever looked through. Its features are thai 
the bead is always shaded, no matter in 


s y~ 

Side Elevation 

past I have been unable to enter upon the 
sports of the field; still, there was a time 
back in the early '70s and late '80s when I 
stood among the "mighty hunters" on the 
Pacific Coast and handled all of the popular 
guns of that time, ranging from the old 1876 
Winchester .32-.20 to the heavier calibres of 
.45-70 Government. My idea now is what 
it was then, and my experience has upheld 
me, that there is no sense nor use of 
using large, heavy calibres for any 
game that treads the American con- 
tinents ; small, high-power ammuni- 
tion is just as effective and does not 
ruin the game for use. A small ball 
well aimed and driven home to brair 
or heart will kill the biggest grizzl> 
that ever lived. Of course, a man 
may be a novice and a poor shot, 
and thinks he must take along a cannon of 
such calibre that no matter where he hits his 
game he may at least find a few pieces of fur 
and hide scattered around, but his trophy is 
gone. Then, again if he is not a marksman, and 
a good one, and if he cannot face a grizzly 
coolly and as calmly as he would a jack- 
rabbit, he had much better, yes, very much 


what position you may stand, and that you 
do not have to raise it when it is desired to 
shoot at long range, simply by drawing fine or 
coarse, or for very long ranges draw fine or 
coarse through the tops of the horns (the 
originator was a man who used to live at 
Petaluma, Cal.), and when used in connec- 
tion with the ivory tip front-sight makes a 
remarkably clear sight. The ivory-tipped 
front-sight, which is credited and 
named the Lyman sight, does not be- 
long to him. I made the first ivory- 
tipped steel sight ever made : al- 
though I do not claim the idea, which 
belongs exclusively to Mr. George 
Hood, Jr., of Santa Rosa, Cal., a 
particular friend of mine. The way 
it came to be invented was : We 
had been using up to that time 
(1879-80) an ivory front-sight, but were 
having trouble by having them broken 
off in going through heavy brush, and in 
casting about for some device that should 
have strength, yet possess all the good quali- 
ties of the ivory sight, Mr. Hood hit upon 
the happy idea of steel and ivory, and being 
at the time too busy to make one himself, I, 

better, stay at home, because the chances at his request, made the trial. I enclose one 



are he will never get back home; personally, 
I think the late high-power guns of the Win- 
chester models 1894-1895, using the .25-. 35, 
.30 and .30 U. S. cartridges, to be preferred 
above all others ; even the little .25-. 35 is 
a hard-hitting, deadly arm, and for the other 
two, they are past argument; their crushing 
and killing power is enormous. 
I noticed also in the November issue a dis- 

of those first attempts, though it is some- 
what rusty and was only intended to illus- 
trate the idea which we afterwards improved 
by securing the ivory more securely. Sev- 
eral years afterwards a traveling man hap- 
pened that way and was shown the sight, 
and about eighteen months after lo and 
behold the Lyman Ivory-Tipped Front-Sight 
(now, I do not write this with any hard 



feelings, oecause I have none, but merely to 
give credit where credit is due), I am glad 
that the sight has been placed on the market 
for the benefit of sportsmen, knowing that 
it is a good one, and I doubt if it would 
ever have been put on the market by either 
of us, so no harm was done and much bene- 
fit derived. Hoping I have not taken too 
much of your valuable time, I am, 

R. L. Sheward, 
Council Bluffs, Iowa. 

N. B. — That is an exceptionally fine piece 
of work on the November cover. 

R. L. S. 


Editor, Recreation: 

I should like very much to know if the 
enclosed description of a rfle I got from a 
gun dealer is a Mauser rifle, as the man said 
it was. It's a carbine, with 22-inch barrel, 
and about a 7 m. m. calibre, and is sighted 
for 1800 yards or metres. The magazine is 
filled from a metal clip containing five cart- 
ridges; the barrel is encased in a barrel 
/acket or light steel cylinder, the nose end 
of the barrel passing loosely through the end 
of the barrel jacket. The only name is this 
on the barrel, "Fabrique National Herstal- 
Liege," and No. 04 on every part of the gun 
which is likely to break. I would like to 
know is it a Mauser rifle, and whose make, 
and if it's a late model and what is the cali- 

M. T. M., Lesserdog Creek B, C 

No man could tell you the calibre 01 your 
Mauser without seeing it or one of the cart- 
ridges. It may not be a Mauser, though I 
think it is. The Mannlicher action is very 
similar to the Mauser. It is one of those 
two, probably. The calibre may be 7 mm. or 
7.62 mm. Both calibres are used in Conti- 
nental armies. 

The only way to be sure of the calibre in 
your case is ito take a sulphur cast of the 
chamber and a few inches of the barrel and 
submit it to an expert. This is very easy to 
do, and if you cannot procure sulphur you 
might do it with plaster of paris, but, in that 
case, be very careful you don't rust your 

To take a cast, insert a cork down the bar- 
rel from the breech and about two inches 
into the rifling. Pour your fluid, heated 
sulphur, into the chamber until it is full, al- 
low it to solidify; and press it out with a 
ramrod from the muzzle or, if you use plas- 
ter, mix your plaster to the consistency of 
a thick cream, oil the chamber well and pour 
in. — Editor. 

Editor Recreation: 

I am a reader of your magazine and pay 
particular attention to guns and ammuni- 

tion. Each month I hurry home with the 
latest copy of Recreation to spend a few 
pleasant hours in reading its interesting con- 
tents. To have, as it were, a chat with fel- 
low sportsmen from all parts of America. 
Perhaps a few lines from Quebec, the home 
of the deer, bear, moose and caribou, will be 
of some interest to a few readers of Recre- 
ation who some days back have hunted 'in 
this province, or of value to some who in 
days to come will pay us a visit and carry 
off some choice game heads from this prov- 
ince, the "Sportsmen's Paradise." I am a 
lover of woodlands and lakes, which natur- 
ally made me a user of the rifle, field-glass 
and camera. Since boyhood rifle shooting 
has been my hobby, and the wilderness my 
paradise. Hounding deer or moose is pro- 
hibited by law. We have to be our own 
dog and do our own barking. The Caugh- 
nawaga Indian, or the half-breeds, all mas- 
ters in the art on big-game hunting, some 
times take a fancy to some of us paleface 
amateur hunters and teach us lots about the 
woods, haunts and habits of game, that we 
might never iknow if left to our own re- 
sources. Old hunters' advice to me has been 
carefully followed. They have been through 
the mill and know from whence they speak, 
•to become a good marksman iis the main thing 
of value to a sportsman. Practice offhand, 
and learn to hit what you're shooting at. 
Never depend on a second shot simply be- 
cause you are using a repeating rifle. Make 
the first shot count when big game is the 
object; perhaps it's the only shot you'll get. 
If you miss it will teach you to be careful. 
Experience is the best education. It comes 
high, but you will never forget the lessons 
it taught you. The success of your hunting 
trip may some day depend on a single shot. 
Prepare for that critical moment and you'll 
go home with venison instead of a hard- 
luck story. Deer are very plentiful in this 
part of the province. Sometimes they are 
shot within a mile and a quarter of this town, 
which has a little over 3,000 inhabitants. 
Bear are frequently seen and occasionally 
shot within five or six miles from here. But 
Bruin is a good hand at playing hide-and- 
seek and is hard to get a shot at. I shot 
one three weeks ago; my new .32 special 
Winchester, 94 model, tasted bear meat for 
first time. A hundred and fifty yards' off 
hand shot did great damage to Bruin's 
shoulders, and cut short his roving days. 
For year I used the .38-55, .40-82 and .45-90 
Winchester rifles, all good guns. But 
the little .32 Special, to my mind, is the 
best cartridge ever placed on the mar- 
ket for big game hunting in the province. 
Deer, bear, moose and caribou fall before 
its deadly fire as if struck by lightning. I 
shot a large buck with it the first part of 
October last. The ball entered its left side 
about centre, coming out slightly forward on 



the other side. Mr. Buck leaped into the 
air and came down, all fours doubling under 
him, got up and ran about forty yards and 
sank to the ground. He tried to get up, but 
lacked the strength. 

I have shot them with the .38-. 55 and 
.40-80, the ball taking about the same course 
and had to chase them half a day before I 
got near enough to bleed them. Two friends 
of mine used .32 Special rifles this fall on 
moose in the Lake St. Johns and Logany 
River districts. The two fine bull moose 
heads they brought home with them spoke 
well for the Winchester rifles and Winchester 
ammunition used in the chase. The .32 U. S. 
model 1894 is the sportsman's ideal arm, and 
for weight, balance, beauty of outline, ac- 
curacy and killing power, it is in a class by 
itself, and yet to be improved on, with a 
velocity of 2,112 feet per second in a 170- 
grain, flat-nosed, soft-point bullet, something 
has got to give way when it reaches its des- 
tination. Loaded with black powder and a 
lead bullet 165 grs. it makes a true .32-40 
an accurate and powerful black powder 

There is abundance of small game in 
this province, such as partridge, rab- 
bit, woodcock, squirrel, etc., fox, coon and 
mink by the thousands ; also a number of 
lynx, bob-cat, otter and sable. The country 
is very hilly, in fact, mountainous, if it can 
be called such, well wooded with maple, 
beech, ash, birch, pine, hemlock, cedar and 
spruce. With its deep valleys, countless 
streams and lakes its scenery is surpassed 
by none this side of the Rockies. Any 
brother sportsman coming to hunt in this 
province next season will make no mistake 
in outfitting himself with a .32 W. S. Win- 
chester rifle, an Eastman kodak and field- 
glasses, and after a two-weeks' camp in the 
Canadian wilderness if he hasn't filled his 
game-bag and exposed all the films or plates 
he had with him and has made no use of 
his field-glasses I'll never again claim for 
myself the name of sportsman. With wishes 
of success for Recreation and all its readers, 

I remain, 

A Brother Sportsman 


Editor Recreation: 

I notice what Mr. John Rowley says in 
September number of Recreation about the 
belt pistol, and what he says is about right. 
I went West in '83. I had a Smith & Wes- 
son S. A. 32, 4-inch barrel. I thought that 
was the thing. I will never forget the laugh 
the boys set up when I showed it to them. 

"What in h do you suppose you can do 

with that thing? Down here, when we shoot 
a man, if we have to shoot, we want to hurt 
him, not scare him. If you don't he is going 
to hurt you." 

Take it all through the West and South 
west and Mexico — what do llic -Jin ilfs carry? 
The S. A. Colt 45. Quick enough? Well, I 
reckon. Many of the Southwesl "bad men" 
had no sights on their "guns," and filed the 
notches out of the tumbler so they would 
not stand cocked — just "fanned tin- hammer" 
with their thumb. Ben Thompson, of San 
Antonio, Tex., and the Ear]) brothers, of 
New Mexico, had their "cutters" fixed that 

But some can never learn to be a snap- 
shot or a good wing shot with a shotgun. 
It is a "trick" that comes naturally and can 
not be learned by many. The finger and the 
eye must work together. 

And the "flap holster" — that is all right in 
its way, ibut if you want to "pull a gun quick" 
how then? I once saw a duel in Mexico — 
not a previous fixed affair, but the outcome of 
a quarrel, and in the time that was consumed 
in getting the flaps of their pistol scabbards 
unbuttoned a "cow puncher" could have killed 
them both. As it was, one got a death wound 
and the other was not hit. 

Both had .38 Smith & Wesson pistols, 
D. A. The Bisley model revolver, as Mr. 
Rowley says, never was a favorite in the 
West. The steep in-curl of the handle does 
not fit the hand (at least not easily), so as 
to roll the thumb over the hammer. The idea 
of the "Bisley" no doubt was to check the 
recoil. But if one wants to overcome that 
let them try the .38 W. C. F. and the .41 
Colts inside lubricator made on the .45 frame. 
This gives a heavier pistol with greater ac- 
curacy. But never put too much depend- 
ence on a D. A. revolver — the best of them 
will hang. 

D. F. Crowell, Boston, Mass. 

Mr. John N. Olson, of Butte, Mont., sends 
us a description of a new rifle sight that he 
thinks is bound to win. The invention con- 
sists of a high foresight with notches or 
steps for the different ranges. The fore- 
sight is aligned under the object to be hit, 
and for each one hundred yards of range 
one step is seen above the notch of the rear 

He claims ithat gives good results up to 
five hundred yards. 

We have not had an opportunity of us- 
ing this sight, but it appears to us that its 
main drawback is likely to be found in the 
height that it will be necessary to give both 
the rear and the foresights. It is evident 
that with sights low down on the barrel 
this plan would not work, excepting on a 
rifle having a very high velocity and flat 
trajectory. The idea is, however, decidedly 


Editor Recreation : 

I have followed the correspondence that 
has been running in Recreation for several 




months, dealing with revolvers, and have 
been interested, and, may I add, amused 
thereby. To me it is perfectly plain that 
revolver shooters must be divided into two 
heaps. In the one you must put about nine- 
tenths of the men who buy such things, and 
the other heap will consist of the remaining 
tenth who really use them. The revolver 
was invented as a weapon for self defense 
at close quarters. For this purpose you must 
have an extremely powerful load and the 
gun must be handy; but it is not necessary 
to have extreme accuracy. 

As the frontier has receded and, in fact, 
mostly disappeared, a generation has grown 
up that needs a revolver for totally different 

When a man 'brags about shooting a lot 
of grouse with a revolver I can see him in 
my mind's eye. He may not be a tenderfoot, 
but he certainly is not a frontiersman. 

Now, I think we should all be tolerant 
with one another's little weaknesses, and I 
can quite understand that nine out of ten 
of the revolvers sold to-day will never be 
used on anything more deadlv than a por- 
cupine ; but it seems to me that for purely 
target work a single shot pistol is far better. 
Yet, I understand that the sale of single 
shot pistols is a mere nothing as compared 
with the sale of revolvers, so it is evident 
that most men do not agree with me. 

For the work that they use it for, I think 
that a .38 Special, with swing-out cylinder 
and single action, should ,be a mighty good 
arm. Yet, for purely target purposes, I 
would prefer a Smith & Wesson .44 Russian, 
as the bullet cuts a bigger hole, and, for 
purposes of defense against a burglar or a 
bad man I should want a Colt single ac- 
tion, either .45 or .44 cal. 

No, boys, pardon me if I have rubbed the 
hair the wrong way, for I am sure I did 
not intend to do anything of the sort when 
I started in. 

Josh Bill, Chicago, 111. 


Editor Recreation: 

I would appreciate it very much if some 
of your subscribers would inform me as to 
a good light load for the 38 S. & W. Special. 
I have experimented, somewhat, and find 
that the full charge of bfack powder and 
conical bullet works all right with reloaded 
shells, but I am unable to make a reduced 
load with round ball that works satisfac- 
torily. The fault is not with the revolver, 
as that is in perfect condition. 

Van Allen Lyman, New York. 

Special is one of the finest pistol cartridges 
on the market to-day. 

I am shooting a .38 S. & W., model 1902, 
and I have just three objections to it. It is 
from four to six ounces too light, the barrel 
should be seven and one-half inches instead 
of six and one-half, and then the grip is too 
light and too 'short. I have used a revolver 
for fifteen years, and I am thoroughly con- 
vinced that to do good shooting it is just 
as necessary to have a heavy revolver as it 
is to have a heavy rifle for target shooting. 
I want to see the Colt people chamber the 
"New Service" double-action for this cart- 
ridge and leave the cylinder the same length 
and diameter as the .38-.40. We have plenty 
of the lighter revolvers chambered for this 
shell, but not one of the heavy guns in 
single or double action. 

Then again why can't the U. M. C. or 
Winchester people bring out a new straight 
taper, or bottle-necked, shell same length as 
.38-40 W. C. F., 28 or 30 grains of powder 
and 165-grain express, or mushroom, bullet 
of the .358 diameter, to be used in this same 
gun for heavy shooting. By having an extra 
cylinder you would have, practically, two 

We shoot two -shells, one of 1,385 ft. sec. 
and one of 2,050 ft, sec. from the .32 Win- 
chester special rifle, 16-inch twist. Why 
can't we do practically the same thing with 
the revolver, and thereby have a general pur- 
pose gun? 

C. M. Kendall, Albany, Ore. 


Editor Recreation : 

I am very much interested in the articles 
on "Ideal Belt Revolvers." The .38 S. & W. 

Editor Recreation : 

I will tell your correspondent who has 
trouble with his rifle about a plan I have 
found effective with my .30-.40 Winchester. 

I take a piece of stout muslin between one 
and two inches square, saturate it with 3-in-i 
(or, if that is not handy, kerosene will an- 
swer about as well), lay it over the muzzle 
and push it through with the butt, not the 
slotted end, of the cleaning rod, and repeat 
until the cloth shows no dark stains; then 
wipe it in the same way with dry cloth until 
the pieces of cloth come out perfectly clean. 
The exact size of the cloth can easily be 
found by a little experiment, but it should 
be as large as can 'be forced through the bar- 
rel, so that it will fill the grooves and fol- 
low the twist of the rifling. Push the rod 
down only a few inches, then lake a fresh 
hold and let your hands turn with it. When 
the barrel is dry, and you can see no spots 
in looking through it, put a small piece of 
cloth that will pass easily through the bore 
in the slot of the cleaning rod and lubricate 
the whole length of the barrel with sperm 
oil, or some good gun grease. This should 
be done as soon as possible after the day's 



shooting is over; don't let the rifle remain 
dirty over night, for, when the bore of any 
firearm becomes rusty, it is very hard to get 
it bright again. 

If you are putting the rifle away for any 
length of time take a look at it in a week 
or two and see if there are any signs of rust. 
Wipe it out in the same manner with clean 
cloths, and see if they show any rust marks, 
or if any spots appear in the barrel when it 
is dry. If not, you can feel pretty safe; give 
it a heavy coat of gun grease, and look at it 
again in a month or so, just to be certain. 

If you find any spots of rust repeat the 
process with a little fine emery sprinkled on 
the oily rag, and keep that up until the bar- 
rel shines like a mirror, then wipe clean and 
grease as before. In this case you had better 
examine it three or four times at intervals 
of a week or so before packing it away for 
the season, for when rust once takes hold it 
doesn't let go easily. 

F. W. A., Worcester, Mass. 

It is a great mistake to think that the 
Anglo-Saxon race has a monopoly of the 
improvements made in firearms. The Ger- 
mans are very strong competitors, and two 
of their rifles, the Mauser and the Mann- 
licher, are quite the equal of any manufac- 
tured elsewhere. We do not hear so often 
of French weapons, yet many of them are 
well made, ingenious and often extremely 
artistic in design. This fact has been 
brought home to us by the recent receipt 
of a very fine catalogue issued by the "Man- 
ufacture Francaise d'Armes et Cycles," of 
Saint Etienne. 

This catalogue consists otf nearly eight 
hundred pages and, in addition to a full de- 
scription of French rifles, shot guns, pistols 
and cartridges, gives half-tone illustrations 
of French dogs, and such things as cycles, 
fishing tackle and fine tools. 

As it is in French, it can only be under- 
stood by those acquainted with that lan- 
guage, but to those who know the tongue of 
La Belle France there is a lot of valuable in- 
formation stowed away between its covers. 
Sometimes it does us good to find out what 
our neighbors are doing, as it knocks out a 
little of the self conceit, to which we, as a 
people, are especially prone. 


Editor Recreation: 

In November Recreation Robert McLaury, 
New York, asks what is the best cartridge 
for woodchuck. Like him, I have hunted this 
animal not a little. My first gun was a .303 
Savage, which always killed on the spot, 
without my getting in holes. But, unless 
fired into a hillside, it always brought "cuss 
words" from some adjoining field, where, 

after leaving the ground, it sung its tune to 
the dissatisfaction of some farmei I also 
used the .25-.20 very successfully, bul found 
the lead too small. I now regard the .38 .40 
soft nose Winchester the best in the world 
for woodchuck. Hurrah for new Recrea- 
tion ! 

George li. Nichol, Red Oak, Iowa. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have been much interested in reading the 
different opinions of those who use the re- 

I can not agree with Mr. Rawley that the 
.45 calibre is the ideal revolver for this part 
of the country. For my use I can't get one 
of only one calibre suitable for all my needs. 

There are times when shooting for fun 
my .22-calibre Smith & Wesson is just what 
I want. How would a .45-calibre Colt sound 
doing the work of a .22? 

Then, for short range target, or for small 
game, the .32 calibre is just what I want. If 
I go up in the North Woods the .44 Russian 
or .38 Smith & Wesson special is what I 
want, for if you want one at all you want 
it bad, and a .22 or .32 would not be of any 

I have a Smith & Wesson, Russian model 
with a .32-calibre 6-inch barrel ; also a .44 
Russian barrel and cylinder that fits the same 
frame. I can reload the .32 so it don't cost 
more than the .22 short to shoot it, and it 
makes a dandy gun to use around here, and 
when I go where there is room to use it I 
put the .44 barrel in, and use that which up 
to fifty yards is about as powerful as some 

I think the .38 Smith & Wesson Special is 
at the top of its class as an all-around re- 
volver, and if I couldn't have but one would 
have one. I should be obliged to "Kentucky" 
if he will send me the loads of L. & R. 
"Bull's-eye" powder he uses for the .44 Rus- 
sian; also for the .38 S. & W, Special. 

I have another revolver I think a great 
deal of which is an old model 6-shot .32- 
calibre, rim-fire Smith & Wesson with a 6- 
inch barrel. It has never been used, and is 
in fine condition. It will shoot, and I get a 
lot of fun with it when I don't want to re- 
load shells. 

C. A. Thomas, Athol, Mass. 


Editor Recreation: 

I would like to hear from readers of your 
magazine their ideas as to the best type of 
gun for duck shooting, with details as to 
gauge, length of barrels, weight and loads. 

"Black Duck." 




Editor Recreation: 

I am greatly pleased with Recreation and 
think it is the greatest work of its kind 
ever published, and I certainly enjoy the 
gun end of it. 

In the November issue I notice that Rob- 
ert MacLaury, of Brooklyn, N. Y., has had 
the same trouble that I had with wood- 
chuck ; but I have settled my trouble to my 
complete satisfaction through a 30-30 Mar- 
lin rifle. It gets there, and I get the chuck, 
if I shoot straight; and I don't change the 
sight for anything up to 250 yards. 

I can get woodchuck up to 300 yards with 
my Marlin without raising the sight, by aim- 
ing high. 

R. MacL. wants to know about the .25-. 35. 
Well, they are nice guns, but I have known 
four of them and they all had a little trick 
all of their own which is not desirable. I 
suppose this is too late for the December 

C. Pinkerton, Dixon, 111. 

automatic we should do the same. On a hunt- 
ing repeater of large calibre the side mount- 
ing is every bit as good. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation: 

Which do you think would be the best and 
most practical for hunting small game and 
for target work? 

1. A Winchester automatic or a Winches- 
ter 1890 model, using the .22 Winchester 
shell, both to be fitted with a Stevens tele- 

2. What power telescope would you advise 
for these rifles? 

3. Which is the strongest *ctg', the .22 
Winchester or .22 automatic? 

4. Is it a very good idea to have a telescope 
fitted to the side of a rifle so the regular 
sights can be used? Or would it be better to 
have it mounted on top? 

Thanking you for any advice you may be 
kind enough to give. 

J. Frank Jones, Bethany, W. Va. 

1. Each rifle is so good that it is merely a 
matter of taste. 

2. We should choose a telescope having a 
power of about 4', 

3. The two cartridges are identical in 
strength, trajectory and penetration. 

4. In a single-shot rifle we should put the 
telescope on top of the barrel, and in the 


Editor Recreation: 

In regard to the proposed new single ac- 
tion Colt's revolver I am certainly in favor 
of the manufacture of one with all the latest 
improvements. As to calibre I think we 
ought to have a revolver to handle the new 
smokeless high-pressure ammunition. It 
would be a back number if it were built for 
black powder only. 

John W. Siefert, Los Angeles, Cal. 


The rising moon, 

Dispels the gloom, 
And throws her beams on frozen lake, afar: 

A pathway, bright 

With mellow light, 
Where skaters skim across the amber bar. 

With swinging stride 

And graceful glide, 
The skaters cross the shining bar of light. 

Swift flitting by, 

As shadows fly, 
They whirl and curve in phantom circling 
flight. * 

A ring of steel, 

A laughter peal, 
A bar of song and bit of raillery; 

A dash and cheer, 

While sharp and clear 
The skate strokes ring out merrily. 

The pile 

A gleam of fire, 
Then blazing higher, 
of brushwood burns, a 


The bonfire throws 
Bright ruby glows 
On merry groups around its leaping light. 

And when at last, 

Our skates are fast ; 
We glide among the jolly, moving throng. 

With hearts aglow, 

We swiftly go, 
Out in the moonlit path with blithesome song. 


Well, boys, we have now furnished you 
with a constitution for The Sons of Daniel 
Boone^ gotten up in the best style of the 
printer's art and printed on the most expen- 
sive paper. We have told you how to make 
a hunting shirt and how to make moccasins 
so that the different forts could wear dis- 
tinctive uniforms, and we are receiving by 
each mail letters from the boys telling how 
much they like their constitution, which 
having been duly signed by your Founder, 
is not only a constitution for the club, but 
also a charter. At last you are full-fledged 


1 Such being the case, during this cold 
weather you will probably want to try some 
camping back-woods, out-of-door hunting or 
pioneer work. 


I have had complaints from the boys on 
the coast to the effect that they do not have 
any woods handy in which to camp and build 
log houses, but are confined to such sport 
as they can find on the shores of the salt 
waters, and some of them asked me if I 
could tell them how to make a Long Island 
clam roast. In answer to this I will say that 
they must first hunt up an iron hoop such 
as are used on barrels and casks and place 
this hoop on the ground, preferably over a 
flat stone or a smooth, sandy spot. Then take 
a peck of fresh, hard clams and put them 
with their "noses" down. You are to un- 
derstand from this that "noses," as here used, 
means the part of the clam which opens. 
Cover the dams with some shavings and on 
top put small kindling or brush wood, strike 
a match and light the fire. After the wood 
has been consumed replenish the top wood 
once or twice until, when the fire dies down, 
it leaves an abundant bed of hot embers. 

It is not so much the fire as the embers 
which cook the clams. When the "noses" 
begin to open take two sticks or iron tongs 
and pick them up one at a time and put 
them in a tin pan. Then sit down with the 
pan between your knees and some pepper and 
'salt and butter, push the shells wide open 
and take a hot, deep shell and drop your 
chunk of butter in where it will sizzle and 
melt, put your salt and pepper on the butter, 
then pick the hot, fat clams one by one from 
the shells, dip them in the butter, eat them 


and enjoy yourself— for this is a Long Island 
Clam Roast. 


But for you boys who are not on the 
coast and want to build a campfire and cook- 
something to eat out of doors, take two 
green logs and place them alongside of each 
other, and let them be about seven inches 
apart at one end and only three inches at the 
opposite end. 


If the tops of these logs have been flat- 
tened /before being placed in this position, 
kettles, pots and pans will sit firmly over a 
fire built between. Drive a forked stick 
in the ground at each end of this backwoods 
stove and rest another stick for a crane in 
these forks. From this you can hang other 
cooking utensils to keep warm. 

If you have any heavy cooking utensils, 


should be about three inches in diameter, 
good and strong. Build your fire of small 
wood and bark and keep it going until the 
space between the logs is all glowing embers. 
Then put your frying pan over the embers 
and in it place the dismembered body of a 
rabbit or other game which you may have, 
or, failing in this, such material as your 
mother will spare you from her larder or you 
can buy at the butcher shop. Have some thin 
slices of bacon frizzling in another pan, with 
which to flavor your meat, and be sure that 
when you pour the bacon and gravy over 
your meat it is real hot. Then fry your 
meat until it is done to the taste and it may 
be removed and eaten. Far better than a 
modern frying pan is one of those old-fash- 
ioned iron ones called a spider; the thicker 
the iron of the spider and the hotter you get 
it before putting in the meat, the better the 
results. Put in chunks of meat and let them 
sizzle and smoke until they are black on one 
side, then turn them and cook the other side. 


Or get your mother, the housekeeper or 
the cook to give you all the discarded parts, 
such as the neck, drumsticks and wings of 
any domestic fowl which they may be about 
to cook, and put this with the chunk of pork 
and any sort of vegetables that you can se- 
cure into the kettle over the coals and let it 



simmer there as long as possible until the 
contents become of the consistency of thick 
sonp. Add salt and pepper, and, if it be- 
comes too thick, hot water, and be sure to 
keep it stirring so that it will not adhere to 
the bottom of the kettle and impart a 
scorched taste to the stew. When it is thor- 
oughly done dip it out with tin cups and sit 
around the campfire and enjoy it, because all 
that it requires to make a most excellent dish 
of this is that it shall be sufficiently cooked 
and well seasoned. If you have such a lux- 
ury as a jar of olives, a little olive liquor 
poured in while the mess is cooking will 
give it a regular Delmonico flavor. In the 


can be buried in the hot ashes at one end of 
your fireplace and baked. You can tell when 
they are done by stabbing them with a sharp, 
pointed, slender stick. If they are not done 
the potato will be soggy and offer some re- 
sistance, but when fully done, after the stick 
has penetrated the crust it will go through 
the interior as easily as it will through flour. 
A little salt on these is all that is necessary 
to make them a palatable dish, but, of course, 
they are improved by the use of butter. In 
cooking the soup just described, which is 
known in the South as a 

" burgoo/' 

they use a very large iron kettle and Stir it 
with long-handled wooden spoons, which the 
men cut out with their jack-knives; anyone 
whose spoon strikes another must pay a for- 
feit of some kind. If the girls are invited 
to one of these "Burgoos" the nature of the 
forfeit is easily determined; but when it is 
only the boys the forfeit is generally of a 
ruder and less pleasant nature than a kiss. 


After you have had your feast you can se- 
cure a board up against the trunk of a tree 
or the fence, with a nail or two to hold it in 
place. Then rule, with a piece of chalk, a 
straight line down the centre of the board 
from top to bottom. After this decide upon 
a distance for a taw-line from this target and 
then begin at once throwing hatchets at the 
line drawn on the board. The Indians of 
olden times were experts in 


and many of the old white pioneers were 
also adepts at this novel art. You will be 
surprised how accurately you can throw a 
hatchet after a little practice, and I have 
seen a group of boys in Kentucky standing 
forty feet from a target of this kind, stick 
one hatchet after the other exactly in the 
line and each hatchet so close to its neigh- 
bor that the wonder was that all the handles 
were not split. Let Daniel Boone make 


of some kind on a piece of leather or cloth 
which will be awarded to the scout making 
the best score in throwing the tomahawk, 
and the winner can wear the totem on the 
breast of his hunting shirt just as the great 
Daniel Boone wore the totem marks be- 
stowed upon him by his admiring Indian 
friends. Remember, boys, that any sort of 
husky, outdoor sport is perfectly consistent 
with your position as a pioneer, because all 
those buckskin-clad ancestors of ours in- 
dulged in athletic games, running and jump- 
ing and wrestling being favorite pursuits as 
well as turkey shooting and gander pluck- 


was a rude and cruel sport for the goose 
or gander was tied fast to a horizontal plank 
on the top of a pole and his neck, from his 
head down, was plentifully daubed with soft 
soap. Then the hunters gathered at the 
backwood's festival, mounted their horses and 
dashing by at full speed would strive to 
grab the gander by his neck and jerk him 
from his perch. It was rough on the gander, 
but these rude, half savage men enjoyed the 
sport, not because they were cruel, but be- 
cause they were thoughtless. In the next 
number of Recreation I will tell you how 
to have a gander plucking without being 
subject to any accusation of cruelty. In 
other words, we will preserve the fun of 
the game without tormenting the poor gander. 
Wishing you all a very Happy New 
Year, chuck full of fun, I will close by a 
request that each fort will send in a report 
to the Founder of what interesting things 
they have been doing that we may publish 
these reports for the benefit of the other 


m Since the boys have been asking for a dis- 
tinctive cry of their own, we here give one 
gotten up in college style which is appro- 
priate for the Sons of Daniel Boone : 

Wow ! Wow ! Wow ! 
Row ! Row ! Row ! 
Gosh — all — hemlocks ! 
Birckskin and leather socks ! 
Waugh ! Waugh ! Waugh I 
Rah! Rah! Rah! 

Cut-a-notch ! 

Cut-a-notch ! 
Cut-a-notch soon ! ! 
For wc are the Sons of Daniel Boone ! ! 

I want to say, boys, that this slogan of the 
Sons of Daniel Boone is composed almost 
entirely of old Western expressions, and 
consequently is unique in its line. I trust 
that it will please you all and be successful 
in filling a long-felt want of which the boys 
have been writing. Now, get all together 



and practice the yell in unison and sec how 
much noise you can make with it and, when 
you have got it down fine, spring it on some 
•of your friends and startle them. Also use 
it on all occasions of triumph, or as an ex- 
pression of approval for anything that has 
happened, but, to be effective, it must be 
shouted in unison by a number of voices, 
and shouted with vigor and enthusiasm. 


Keyport, N. J., Nov. 26. — While handling 
a shotgun on Saturday afternoon Clinton 
Walling, 17 years old, son of John H. Wall- 
ing, of Centerville, about two miles back 
of this place, shot and instantly killed his 
cousin, Mabel Walling, daughter of Mr. and 
Mrs. Wyckoff Walling. Miss Walling would 
have been 17 years old to-day. The shoot- 
ing occurred at the home of the young man 
while Miss Walling was making a call. The 
shot entered her neck and went up into her 

This could not have happened had the boy 
been a Son of Daniel Boone, for our boys 
train themselves so as to never, under anv 
circumstances, point a gun, with or without 
a load, at anyone. 


Editor Recreation : 

Some of the discussions in your magazine 
puzzle me extremely. The antelope, that 
pretty bundle of springs, does jump. I killed 
one with an arrow while it was in full flight 
over a clump of lull-berry bushes fully ten 
feet high. I have seen one take a shed, nine 
foot, sloping to six high, and eight feet wide, 
like a hurdler. I owned a fawn that cleared 
a piano box used to close (as a gate) a yard 
made of chicken wire three feet high. The 
fact regarding wire fences is that the an- 
telope does not understand them, but will 
try to push through, like a fly on a window- 

This same fawn was "rushed" by the 
town's pack of greyhounds while in the yard. 
The picket fence it understood, as well as a 
six-foot tight board fence fifteen feet beyond. 
It hopped over both these and went down the 
dusty road like a ricochetting rifle ball. Even 
when the hounds straightened out they stood 
no chance whatsoever. The fawn led them 
a mile chase for the fun of the thing, and I 
had time to put her in the safety of the barn 
before the first dog appeared. 

An antelope can beat the best dog that 
ever lived a hundred yards in a mile straight- 
away. After that it's different. We used to 
course antelope, deer, jack-rabbit, coyotes and 
gray wolves constantly. The jack-rabbit's 
speed is overrated, while the antelope's un- 
doing, I 'believe, is entirely due to fright, 
lack of gameness, and, most of all, to the 

tremendous burst he makes ;il the Start. Time 
and again I've seen them fly clear of the 
dogs like bouncing bales of linl in a hum 
cane. And they will assuredly jump any 
solid obstacle in their wnv. 

Speaking of the wire fence and antelope, 
another curious lack of understanding, com 
mon to all animals, is that of a missile 
thrown by hand. It isn't until the throwing 
motion has been followed by the pain of be 
ing hit many times that even so intelligent 
a beast as a dog translates cause and effect. 
Of course, in many instances, the rapid mo- 
tion of the arm will scare a brute. If not, 
it will calmly watch a stone (or whatever) 
while it is on its way, making no attempt 
to dodge or evade it. 

I noticed this first in the case of a small 
puma watching me from a ledge about sixty 
feet above the creek. I didn't like to pass 
him, so, to get him out of the way, I "pasted" 
at him with a stone the size of a lemon. He 
looked fixedly at the stone. I yelled "Look 
out !" at him as though he were a man, but 
there he lay until the stone thumped him 
squarely on top of the head. He was half 
way up a hill a thousand feet high before I 
had gotten more than twenty feet up my 

This further proves that the mountain lion 
is a cowardly brute, and that people who 
live in deep gulohes shouldn't throw stones. 

"Lakota," Richmond, N. Y. 


Even missionaries can draw a long bow 
when telling hunting stories, for one of them 
says, "A Hottentot, while asleep on the top 
of the thick spreading boughs of a White- 
stone tree, rolled over in his sleep and 
fell kuflunk upon a lion which was snoozing 
beneath. The lion was so alarmed that he 
fled in dismay, while the Hottentot climbed 
up to his roost and went asleep again." 

The killing of deer and antelope in 
western Nebraska during the closed season 
is being investigated by the State Game and 
Fish Department. Recently word was re- 
ceived that a deer had been killed in Hooker 
county and an antelope in Keith county. 
Sheriff Rector, of Hooker county, has re- 
ported that no deer have been killed in 
Hooker this year, and from Keith comes 
word that the antelope was killed during the 
open season, which closed November 15. 
Other reports of deer and antelope killing 
are being investigated. Several herds of 
deer and antelope exist in the northwestern 
part of the State. They are protected during 
all seasons of the year by the government 
foresters and ranchmen and are increasing 


When we speak olf recreation in this 
magazine we mean OUTDOOR diversions, 
with a big, 'big "O." It is a common ex- 
pression to speak with the utmost contempt 
of a hog, and we frequently hear people 
say, "as dirty as a pig." Yet 


is as clean, fierce, independent and self-re- 
liant an animal as is found in the forests, 
and its habits are every hit as cleanly as 
those of the other forest creatures. Its food 
consists of nuts, acorns and succulent roots, 
a bill of .fare to which no objection can be 
made by the most captious critic; but when 
the wild boar has, through ages of over- 
feeding and confinement, become 


it gorges itself with swill, half-fermented 
garbage and the refuse from the kitchen, 
and wallows contentedly in its own filth. 
It is then A CIVILIZED PIG. The 


makes its honey from the sap flowing from 
the storm-broken 'branches of the sugar 
maple and box elder. The nectar stored in 
the blossoms of the forest trees, wild flow- 
ers, mints, nettles, wild thyme and other 
aromatic and delightful materials, and, con- 


has as distinctive a gamey flavor of its own 
as do the game animals which shelter them- 
selves under the foliage of the big tree or 
the grouse Which roosts in its branches. 


lives in an artificial hive, often deposits its 
honey in an artificial comb, and, in place of 
the spicy wild flowers to gather its honey 
from, the chemically prepared syrups fur- 
nished it by the owner of the hive and the 
civilized honey is over sweet, flat and insipid. 
The lesson to be drawn from this is not 
that all men should revert to savages, but 
it is that all men should have elbow room, 
fresh air and be unconfined, mentally and 
physically, before they can develop the high- 
est condition of manhood and produce the 
best work. Our CITIES, without excep- 
tion, are 


In making this statement I speak by the 
book, for I have personally made a map of 
almost every town and hamlet between the 
Mississippi River and the Atlantic Ocean. 
And on these maps I located every house, 
barn and shed, and I can state emphatically 
that, although there are parts of every city 
in which the individual residents have the 
appearance of cleanliness, there are also 
whole sections of every city where the filth, 
moral and physical, is worse than that of 
any pig sty. This comes from overcrowd- 
ing and herding people into limited quarters. 
Pigs, as a rule, have plenty of fresh air, 
which is denied to the people inhabiting the 
human styes ; and the contamination of 
these places spreads in the form of impalpa- 
ble dust, loaded with microbes, spoors, bac- 
teria, which float on the tainted atmosphere 
and enter into and pervade even the neat 
appearing mansions of the rich. It is evi- 
dent to the most casual observer and thinker 


Every city is a pig sty, and the products 
of the men who labor in them are likened 
unto the product of the bees fed on glu- 
cose. They are flat, unwholesome and in- 

Of course, we are now running up against 
one of the 'most difficult and intricate of 
social problems; but it is not one that can- 
not be solved. 

However, it is not the province of the 
editor of Recreation to advance any eco- 
nomic theory, and whatever his private be- 
liefs and convictions may be they will not 
be imposed upon the readers of this maga- 
zine; but it is the province of this magazine 
to preach 


and to point out the evils which come from 
the lack of it. Take a man like Abraham 
Lincoln, whose early life was spent in the 
open air of the wilderness, who was born in 
a log house, through the chinks of which 
there was always a free circulation of ozone, 
and compare this man and his work with 
some of the gentlemen who jhave lately, 
most unwillingly, been placed in the lime- 
light of the public. And you will see the 
difference, both morally and physically, be- 
tween the man who split rails and the man 
who cuts coupons. We cannot all live in 




a wilderness; but there is no good reason 
why every city should not be filled with 
parks and breathing places, and they will be 
if the people demand them, for there is 
nothing in the powers of a government like 
ours that will not be produced when called 
for by a stern, emphatic demand from the 
public itself. 


In announcing the side hunt in the June 
number we spoke of eating crow, but it 
never occurred to us then that the board- 
ing house keeper would serve turkey buz- 
zard to his guests. However, Joseph 
Peppe, proprietor of a commissary on the 
new Pennsylvania freight line, gave his 
boarders a game dinner, consisting of rab- 
bits out of season, various song birds, and 
the piece d'resistance was a line, fat turkey 
buzzard. The boarders became seriously ill 
after the feast and Joseph paid a fine of 
$420 in cash for breaking the game laws in 
order to keep himself out of jail. 

We are glad that the game warden in this 
case did his duty. But we fail to under- 
stand why Sheriff John Zeller, former Free- 
holder Richard Vonderbach, County Com- 
mitteeman Leonard Marcy, Boulevard Com- 
missioner Louis Diehm, and Police Ser- 
geant Philmore, when detected by fi]he 
Game Warden (breaking the laws of the 
same State should be allowed to go free. 
Each one of the party brought home with 
him a number of partridges, and is now 
grumbling because he did not get big game. 
The Game Warden really arrested these 
men, but, according to the Hoboken, N. J., 
Observer, as soon <as, he learned who his 
prisoners were he gave them their freedom. 
The men are personally unknown to the 
staff of Recreation, but, as they were 
caught in the act of breaking the law, we 
can see no reason why they should not pay 
the same penalty as that inflicted upon the 
little dago of turkey buzzard fame. There 
should be no special privilege class in the 
game field. 


Seven hundred beaver skins, worth about 
$10,000, were captured by Game Warden 
Loveday, in Ottawa, on October 20; (but 
the Game Warden had to release his prize 
because the Quebec government itself was 
the law breaker. The law up there forbids 
killing of beaver and otter, and also forbids 
anyone having in possession the skins of 
those animals. In justice to the Quebec 
government, it is well to state that the 
skins had already been seized as captured 

Nevertheless, as the officials did not com- 
ply with the regulations regarding the trans- 

portation of these skins, we see no reason 
why these officials should not be arrested 
and .fined the same as any private citizen 
who might be so careless. 


Mr. Langdon Gibson, brother of Charles 
Dana Gibson, was toastmaster at the dinner 
of the Arctic Club the other night. Mr. 
Langdon Gibson is one of the few men who 
have navigated the whole length of the 
canyon of the Colorado and, for vacation, he 
went north with Peary on one of his expedi- 
tions. He was formerly stroke oar of the 
champion eight-oared shell crew of Long Isl- 

A. W. Dimock, of the Camp Fire Club, 
lately spent six hours in the water with a 
twelve-foot manitee, which he was endeavor- 
ing to persuade to take a trip north and ex- 
hibit itself to the crowd at the New York 
aquarium. Mr. Dimock was successful in 
anchoring the manitee; but, while he was 
making preparations to ship the sea cow 
north, it made its escape. It will be interest- 
ing to the boys to know that this gentleman 
who could spend six hours in the water 
struggling with a twelve-foot manitee is 
past his sixtieth birthday. 

Buffalo Bill has presented Mr. A. A. 
Anderson, the artist, with two 'buffalo bulls 
for his ranch. Mr. Anderson wants to start 
a herd but 'he don't see how he can do it 
under the circumstances at present. 

We have just learned that Big Bill Otter- 
man, of North Peak, Oregon, sat on a 
circular saw; and they buried both of him 
in the same grave. 


locked in a country jail in Wisconsin was 
heard singing: 

We-e-e-ll, I ain't got no regular place, 

That I kin call my home — 
Ain't got no permanent address 

As through this world I ro-o-o-am, 
An' Portland, Maine, is just the same 

As Sunny Tennessee, 
For any old place I hang my hat 

Is "Home, Sweet Home" to me. 


At last we have found some use for the 
carp. Re-shun Ro-jin says, "When any 
one is struck by thunder, make him lie upon 
his back and place a live carp in his bosom. 
If the carp jumps and moves, the patient 
will recover and the carp die. This is in- 


With an increasing degree of amused in- 
terest I have recently watched a number of 
men — keen, practical, outdoor men, rush with 
common impulse to a most uncommonly 
false conclusion. The spirit with which 
these dog men of all degrees welcome the 
Utopian dream of a universal language has 
but few parallels in history. Generally 
speaking, there are five classes of men in- 
terested. The professional handler and his 
amateur brother, the owner, the field-trial 
judge and the reporter. Having myself been 
at various times in the position of handler, 
judge, owner and reporter, it is not only the 
amusing, but the pathetic side, which 
strongly appeals to me at this writing. I 
can well understand why each should, on 
first impulse, grasp almost any opportunity 
of escape from an old and deep-seated 

The professional handler is a man who, 
as a rule, works very hard for his money, 
and who has to contend with difficulties, 
very much out of proportion with his du- 
ties. Bad weather, bad grounds, birds that 
are wild and birds that can't be found. 
Thick-headed dogs with soft-headed own- 
ers, and dough-headed dogs with hard- 
headed owners; judges who can't judge and 
reporters who shouldn't be allowed to re- 
port. With all these the professional might 
be a very happy man, but fate has willed 
otherwise. He must take an English dog, 
teach him to obey Irish or Dutch commands, 
and then turns him over to a Frenchman, a 
New Yorkers or a "Down Easter," who, 
with strange words, will ask the poor can- 
ine to do impossible things. Truly, the 
professional handler's lot is a hard one, and 
there should be a heavy punishment for the 
owner who asks his dog to "charge" when 
the handler has taught him to "drop." 

The amateur handler also has mighty good 
reasons for demanding a uniform set of com- 
mands. After much careful thought and 
perusal of all the standard works on "break- 
ing," or training, he 'has taught his dog to 
"come here," "fetch it," "drop," "steady," or, 
perhaps, "to-ho." Now, there is a movement 
set on foot to make certain commands il- 
legal. Truly, there is need of prompt ac- 
tion. He can't teach his dog all over again, 
and he dares not fly in the face of the au- 
thorities and defy them. Therefore, he will 
endorse the plea for uniform commands, and 

when the authorities meet in solemn con- 
vention he will present a petition that the 
words which he has taught be adopted for 
all time. It was hard for him to decide 
what words of command to use in his work, 
but, having mastered tihe problem, and taught 
"Sport" the true inwardly meaning of "to- 
ho" (quite an accomplishment, by the way), 
the art must be protected and kept pure. 

The owner (as he is here classed, the man 
who pays some one to break, or handle, for 
him), like the professional handler, has 
troubles of his own that the outsider knows 
nothing of — sick dogs, and dead dogs, hand- 
lers without conscience, amateur judges and 
anonymous reporters. In public competi- 
tion he learns to accept these with good 
grace. But when he turns from the trials 
to his private shooting, and finds that his 
dog does not consider his words worthy of 
notice, he prays for a language that will 
convey his wishes, pure and unabridged, to 
the seat of that dog's understanding. He 
sometimes even desires words to express his 
feelings toward the man who gave his pup 
its education. 

The judge, in his turn, would welcome as 
a blessing the establishment of uniformity 
in commands. Under the present conditions 
he feels that it is quite possible for him to 
be deceived. Unless he understands perfectly 
the meaning of the very numerous words 
of command how is he to know whether or 
not the dog is obedient. This is also true 
of the reporter. If the number of commands 
adopted is not too large, and is confined to 
words of one syllable, it will be an easy mat- 
ter for him to learn them by heart. 

In order to make this new idea a rule 
there must, of course, be a total elimination 
of all unnecessary orders or expressions 
used in handling the dog. This sounds quite 
simple, but when one stops to consider that 
to do this it will be necessary for some of 
our best handlers to forget a number of ex- 
pressions which they've used on generations 
of field-trial winners, it looks like quite a 
proposition. However, admit for the sake of 
argument that this is quite feasible, and sup- 
pose that the field commands are reduced to 
a given number, what is the effect on the 
dog. In my opinion, after all is said and 
done, the dog will continue to obey the ges- 
ture, the whistle and the tone of the com- 
mand, almost, if not quite regardless, of the 
word that is spoken. If the command is 




given in the proper tone the same dog will 
obey "go on," "come in," and charge," just 
as readily as he will respond to "get away," 
"heel" or "drop." Put a well-broken dog in 
the field with a man who has the right tone 
of command — it will make but little differ- 
ence what words he uses. The best handlers 
are the quietest ; not because they confine 
themselves to a certain few words of com- 
mand, but because they realize that nothing 
is to be gained by talking to their dogs. 
Some old handlers have the bad habit of 
keeping up a running stream of remarks to 
their dogs. But the dog is seldom, if ever, 
influenced by these remarks. When the in- 
fluence is apparent it is not because of the 
words that are spoken, but, I must repeat, it 
is on account of the tone used. Of equal 
importance with the tone is the gesture; a 
great deal might be said on this phase of 
the subject alone. But I will merely men- 
tion one very common and important order 
which can never be properly conveyed to the 
dog by word of mouth. I refer to changing 
a dog's course in the field. He may be a 
quarter of a mile away, or perhaps within a 
few rods of you; but if you want him to 
make a cast off to the left or to search out 
a corner to the right, you can order him to 
do so only by indicating the direction with 
a wave of the hand. 

There seems to be an impression that in 
order to control a dog it is simply neces- 
sary to be certain just what words have, 
been used in educating him. The man who 
receives a supposedly broken dog from a 
trainer must, to a certain degree, become 
acquainted 'with the dog before expecting 
thorough obedience. Take, for instance, the 
case of an owner who has just received his 
dog from the trainer's hands. He does not 
know what terms have been used in break- 
ing, but if .he has any judgment, or the fac- 
ulty for handling, the dog will obey him as 
soon as he becomes accustomed to his voice. 
On the other hand, if he lacks that faculty 
for handling, that peculiar ability to con- 
trol, the fact of his knowing each word to 
which the dog has been accustomed, will be 
of no service whatever. 

In conclusion, let me say that I do not 
wish to be understood as denying to the 
dog the ability to distinguish between differ- 
ently worded commands. What I claim is : 
that when in the field he is influenced by 
the command conveyed in tone rather than 
in articulation. This fact, of course, does 
not interfere with the practicability of a uni- 
form set of commands. It simply indicates 
that the advantage gained is of a very doubt- 
ful quantity, particularly when the difficulty 

of bringing about such a change is taken in!'. 
consideration. It is really ;i case <>$ " 
is the use?" Under presenl conditions the 
dog has a real good excuse for nol obeying, 

(lie handler has a reasonable excuse for nol 
breaking, and the owner lias a plausible i 
cuse for not being able to handle his own 
dog. William Tallinan. 


There can be little doubt in anyone's mind 
that Adirondack Murray was one of our 
pioneer apostles of out-of-door life, and, 
when we pick up the little volume by our 
young friend, Harry V. Radford, giving a 
biographical sketch of Murray, the old Eng- 
lish ballad comes to our mind, "Lythe and 
listin, gentilmen, That be of freborn blood, 
I shall you tel of a gode yeman, His name 
was Robyn Hode." 

Not that Mr. Murray was in any sense an 
outlaw, like the celebrated English bowman, 
but both Robin Hood and Murray loved the 
free life of the green woods, Murray being 
as good a shot with his rifle as "Robyn 
Hode" was with his long bow and just as 
genial a "yeman." 

The book, "Adirondack Murray," termed a 
"Biographical Appreciation" by its author, is 
a tribute to the father of the Adirondacks 
from a young man who evidently looks upon 
Mr. Murray as his patron saint. 

One might easily have a worse patron saint 
than the famous preacher, who made our 
New York wilderness famous. Published by 
Broadway Publishing Co. Price, 50 cents. 

The New York Zoological Society is issu- 
ing four nature series. Number one is a 
book., called "Sea-Shore Life," by Alfred 
Goldborough Mayer, Director of the Marine 
Biological Laboratory of the Carnegie In- 
stitution at Tortugas, Florida, which is a 
splendid volume and tells exactly the things 
which any person, visiting the seashore, 
wants to know. There have been occasions 
when we would gladly have traded the 
clothes from our back for such a book. It 
is written in every-day English, that kind 
which most of us understand and speak, and 
it is not loaded up with words with meanings 
only known to a few scientists. It is de- 
signed to be of use to the beginners, and, 
like all common-sense books of this sort, it 
will be of use to everybody whose interest 
in the seashore extends beyond the veranda 
of a summer hotel and a bathing suit. The 
book is a gift to the New York Zoological 
Society and the proceeds of its sale are to 
be devoted to the increase of the collections 
of the Aquarium. 



Some readers seem to have taken our 
words last month to heart, and consequently 
we have a number of questions on various 
subjects which we have been called upon to 
answer. This is just what we desire. We 
want to make this department an open ex- 
change of ideas. We, on our side, will an- 
swer your questions and help you out of your 
difficulties, while you can help us by sug- 
gesting topics you wish to know more about, 
and occasionally sending in a few notes 
yourself on the way you do things. You may 
be making bromide enlargements, for in- 
stance, a little better or a little differently 
than others, and we would like to know your 
method. Or your tank developer formula 
may be a specially good one of your own. 
Let our other readers share in your good 


A reader writes for information as to 
how to make enlargements from engravings 
and drawings. He states he remembers see- 
ing some method described in which reflec- 
tors are used, evidently with the idea of do- 
ing away with a negative of the print. How 
this could be done, we are quite unable to 
say, never having heard of the arrangement. 
The simplest way is to make a negative of 
the print, from which, then, any size enlarge- 
ment can be made. Any one with a camera 
and a room with a window in it at his dis- 
posal can make enlargements, and a method 
of using the ordinary camera at the window 
for this purpose was described and illustrated 
in these pages some five or six months ago. 

If the print or engraving is small and has 
no printing on the other side, a negative can 
be made by contact. If the picture to be en- 
larged is in a book, it is best to place a sheet 
of glass tightly over the page, so as to hold 
it in position and smooth. 


Wiil you please tell me what exposure and 
what size stops to use in my camera in order 
to take successful snow pictures? 

Not an unusual question at this time of the 
year. Snow pictures are by no means the 
easiest to take, and the average snow picture 
has as much resemblance to the real thing 
as a camera has to a rifle. Over-exposure is 
only too easy with brilliantly lit snow land- 

scapes, but yet the general fault is under- 
exposure, giving nothing but harsh contrasts 
of black, formless trees and white snow with- 
out any idea of those soft half-tones which 
are so necessary. When the sun is shining 
and the snow lies heavily on everything, a 
very short exposure must be given. It is 
frequently advised to use the smallest stop 
of your lens and to run the shutter to its 
top speed. This generally results in under- 
exposing the shadows, making them hard and 
lifeless in the picture. It is better to use a 
slow plate and preferably a non-halation or- 
thochromatic plate. Seed makes a good one 
which, if used with a very weak yellow ray- 
screen, will give fine results. Snow pictures 
sTiould be taken in the morning hours, or 
when the sun is setting, casting long, trans- 
parent shadows on the snow. Development 
should not be too strong. A thin plate will 
give a better print, with more atmosphere 
and half-tone quality in it than one which 
has been developed until the high lights are 
as hard as rocks and the shadows so black 
that they seem fit to write with. 


In answer to a couple of inquiries, I would 
say that generally I use just plain ferricya- 
nide of potash when I want to reduce a nega- 
tive. I make a very weak solution, just a 
small crystal or two in four ounces of water, 
and after bathing the negative in a hypo so- 
lution I place it in the ferricyanide. The ac- 
tion can be stopped by bathing in water, or 
can be repeated as often as wanted. This is 
called Farmer's Reducer. Some of the pat- 
ent reducers are all right, but the old Farm- 
er's is usually good enough, and its action 
pretty certain. 


Have my readers ever tried tank develop- 
ment when they have had a bunch of nega- 
tives to finish off? I tell you, it is a great 
institution. You can make a tank for your- 
self, with grooves down the side to hold the 
plates, if you are of a mechanical turn of 
mind; but here is one tank on the market 
now, called the Auto-Tank, which is a tre- 
mendous time-saver. A slow-acting develop- 
er, usually compounded with glycin, which 
does not stain, is used in a tank and the 
plates can be dropped in and the tank covered 
up while you go out of the dark-room and 
attend to other business. According to the 




strength of the solution, you look at the 
plates every fifteen minutes or half-hour un- 
til they are done. You may not believe it, 
but you will get far finer average results 
from your negatives than by the old method 
of tray development. The negatives will be 
cleaner, crisper and not so dense as you are 
apt to get them when developing by hand. 


Two or three months ago, I wrote about a 
color-printing process which had been put on 
the market and which gave really interesting 
results with very little labor. There is now 
another simple color process at the disposal 
of the amateur, which, if correctly worked, 
will give very nearly true reproductions of 
color. This process, which is now being ex- 
ploited, is called "Solgram" by the inventor, 
and a little explanation of its working will 
probably interest. Strictly speaking, it is a 
three-negative process, but two negatives can 
be used, or even one, though with one nega- 
tive the results are not so perfect as to color, 
but the manipulation is, of course, easier. We 
will suppose you are using one negative only. 
This should be made on an orthochromatic 
plate. The printing paper, as bought, is coat- 
ed with a red solution, on which the first 
print is made. The print can be examined 
from time to time during exposure, and when 
a faint image appears it is removed from the 
frame and washed with cold water, a piece 
of cotton soaked in water being used to rub 
the surface of the paper and remove the 
color. This first print will give you a bril- 
liant red image which must be thoroughly 
dried first, before proceeding to the next step. 
When dry, the paper is coated with a solu- 
tion of a blue print powder which comes with 
the paper. The solution is brushed lightly 
over the red image and the paper allowed to 
dry. The print is then placed on the nega- 
tive a second time, care being taken to regis- 
ter the image over the negative. This can 
be done easily, as the red image is quite vis- 
ible through the blue coating. Print as be- 
fore and then wash in cold water for five or 
ten minutes, dry and coat the paper again 
with a solution of the yellow powder accom- 
panying the paper. After drying, you print 
behind the negative for a third time, allowing 
the print to become well tanned, and then 
wash again in cold water, and your print in 
colors is finished. Simple, is it not? 

The finest results are obtained with the 
use of three negatives of the subject, which 
should be made with a green filter before 
the lens for the first or red coating, a red fil- 
ter for the second or blue coating and a vio- 
let filter for the third or yellow coating. It 
would take too long and be somewhat too 
technical to describe the reasons for using 

these filters, but for those who have patience 

and use infinite care this last method will l>- 
an interesting study. 


Editor Recreation : 

I see in a recent issue of your magazine 
an article in regard to loading plate holders 
in the dark, in which you state that all plate 
makers pack the dry plates film side to film. 
I have been using the "New Record" plates, 
and they are all packed with the film side 
up ; that is, all that I have used. My method 
of loading dry plates without a ruby light 
is as follows : Take a pin or needle, or 
other sharp-pointed instrument, and make a 
short scratch near the edge of the plate, say 
one-sixteenth of an inch from the edge. 
Try both sides of the plate ; on the film side- 
it will stick, but on the glass side will slip 
off very easy. The scratch will not hurt the 
negative in any way if made near the end 
or side of plate, as the printing frame takes 
off a margin of about one-eighth of an inch. 
If this method is of any use to you you may 
publish it. 

Rannie Smith, Preston, Minn. 


Editor Recreation : 

Could you kindly let me know a good de- 
veloper and fixing solution for solio paper. 
I like this paper, as I have had 'better luck 
with it than with others, and always used 
a combination fixing and developing solu- 
tion put up by a large photo supply com- 
pany in Nassau street, but the pictures I 
took two years ago, and of which I think a 
great deal, are fading. I keep moving the 
prints until they are a deep chestnut-brown 
and then put them in a vessel large enough 
so they do not lay in one heap and let a 
small stream of water run on them for one 
hour. Then I dry them and mount them. 
Should I get other paper (or some other 
brand) and a different solution, or is there 
something I can put into the solio combina- 
tion to keep pictures from fading? I always 
use fresh paper and solution. Will send 
some pictures to Recreation shortly. Hoping 
you can help me out, and thanking you in 
advance, I am, 

Edwin Hauck, New York City. 


A Wisconsin man has invented a rat 
killer made of 76 per cent, corn meal, 19 
per cent, dynamite and 5 per cent, of glue. 
The mixture is rolled into balls and a little 
cayenne pepper placed in the centre of it; 
when the rat sneezes he is blown to pieces. 
This mixture is not effective on mice be- 
cause they do not sneeze hard enough. Such 
genius is worthy of a native son of Kansas. 

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There seems to be a great difference of 
opinion as to the value of the present game 
laws in the State of Michigan. The Times, 
of Monroe, Wisconsin, says : 

"A noticeable decrease is shown in the number of 
deer killed and shipped out of the state by non-resi- 
dents. While there was a greater number of non- 
residents hunting in Wisconsin this year than last, 
they did not fare so well as the home hunters or as 
the non-residents of a year ago. 

"The deputies will be kept in the deer counties for 
some time in order to prevent so far as possible the 
local people there going out after the game in the 
absence of the authorities. Reports from the deer 
counties are to the effect that while there was a 
great killing of deer this season, great numbers lived 
through the season, and the game will be doubtless 
more plentiful next season." 

Chief Game Warden Swenholt thinks : 

"It has been a fine season. The deputy wardens 
report that thousands of deer have been killed, but 
that the woods are full of them still. On a rough 
estimate I would say that there have been between 
S,oco and 6,000 deer killed within the past fifteen 
days. The game laws of Wisconsin must be bene- 
ficial if this number can be killed off every year 
r.nd still thousands more remain running at large in 
the woods." 

The Racine Times states : 

"The game wardens are not seen very often. The 
region through which the deer roam is so vast that 
the men now employed by the state are insufficient 
in number to cover it in anywhere near the manner 
in which it should be. Then again, it is said that the 
wardens, in many instances, favor the natives who 
look upon the deer much as does the moonshiner in 
the South the illicit whisky business. 

"The natives can be likened to the moonshiner in 
another sense, it being one of their rules to never 
give evidence should one of their number by chance 
be arrested for shooting game out of season. 

"The man who goes into the woods in the northern 
part of the state sworn to do his duty as a protector 
of game does so at the peril of his life. Little is 
known in this section of the state as regards the 
feeling which exists between the natives and the 
state's officers. The woods are so'' dense that it would 
be an easy task for a native to pick off a warden 
with his rifle without fear of being discovered. While 
cases of this kind are very rare the risk nevertheless 
is ever present and the work of a game warden in 
the woods is, using a slang expression, not the sine- 
cure it is cracked up to be." 

One fact may be gained from these vary- 
ing statements and that is that there is still 
a very considerable amount of game in the 
State of Wisconsin. 

The National Association of Audubon 
Societies is to be congratulated upon its 
action in placing wardens in charge of the 
three reservations set aside by the Presi- 
dent last autumn. They are as follows: 

The 'Siskiwit Islands reservation,' embracing all 
of the unsurveyed islands of the Siskiwit 01 
Menagerie group of islands at the mouth of Siskiwif 
Bay, on the south of Isle Royal, in Lake Superior, 
Mich. This reservation embraces sections 23, 24, 25, 
26, 27, 33, 34 and 35, in township 64 north,' range 36 
west. Upon these islands between 6,000 and [0,000 
herring gulls breed annually, besides a number of 
other species not nearly so numerous. It is the 
largest and most important herring gull colony within 
the limits of the United States. 

"The 'Huron Islands reservation,' embracing 
Huron Islands group lying near the south shore of 
Lake Superior and embracing sections 26, 27, 34 
and 35, in township 53 north, range 29 west, Michi- 
gan. Some 1,500 gulls, together with a number of 
other water birds, breed upon these islands annually. 

"The 'Passage Key reservation,' embracing an 
island near the mouth of Tampa Bay, on the west 
coast of Florida, known as Passage Key, and sit- 
uated in section 6, township 34 south, range 16 east. 
Thousands of handsome terns have bred upon this 
little key annually ever since the Florida coast was 
first explored, but during the past year the egg 
hunters made regular trips to the island, and each 
time not only plundered the nests of the fresh eggs, 
but also destroyed all eggs partially incubated and 
unfit for use. This action promised annihilation of 
the colony within a year or two. At the time the 
egg hunting was most active other parties inau- 
gurated a movement to secure title to the island for 
resort purposes. This effort, if it had been success- 
ful, would have resulted in a destruction of the 
breeding colony, as complete and almost as soon as 
the egg hunters would have accomplished that end, 
so that the creation of the reservation is said to be 
extremely opportune. 

"The National Association of Audubon Societies 
has placed wardens in charge of each of these reser- 
vations, and the slaughter of the birds and plunder- 
ing of their nests has been stopped." 

For two years Dr. Clifton F. Hodge, of 
Clark University, Worcester, Mass., has been 
engaged in raising partridges to get photo- 
graphs with which to settle the much-dis- 
cussed question as to how partridges made 
their distinctive whirring noise. 

Dr. Hodge did not care to have his neigh- 
bors' cats destroy his partridges, reared with 
so much difficulty, so he caught large num- 
bers of cats in a trap and chloroformed them. 
For that reason some unknown person threw 
acorns filled with arsenic into the cage of the 
partridges. Now Mr. Hodge is without 
partridges, and to pursue his investigations 
further he will be obliged to begin all over 

Ohio State Game and Fish Commissioner 
Paul North will make two important recom- 
mendations to the State Legislature for the 
improvement of the game laws. The most 
important of these recommendations will ap- 
ply to the laws governing the fishing for 


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black bass. Mr. North will also endeavor to 
have the Legislature pass a law to stop spring 
shooting. The former will be of immense 
importance to the fish companies and the lat- 
ter of import to the devotees of the gun. 

The chairman of the Maine Fish and Game 
Commission, L. T. Carleton, of Winthrop, 
has issued a circular to the milliners of the 
state calling their attention to the law relat- 
ing to the killing of birds. 

Plans are being laid for a general over- 
hauling of the fish and game laws of the State 
of Ohio. 

On the one hand there is a demand for bet- 
ter protection for the game and on the other 
there is a demand for better protection for 
the people from the game wardens. 

Under the law the entire fish and game 
question is in the hands of the fish and game 

The governor appoints. 

The board numbers five and each man is 
appointed for five years. 

Those posted on the lake fisheries realize 
that unless something radical is done to pro- 
tect Lake Erie fish the grasping fish trust 
will soon entirely ruin the fish industry there. 
There is also a demand for the protection 
of birds. Senator Berry, in the last general 
assembly, introduced a bill to entirely pro- 
hibit the shooting of quail for five years, but 
it failed to pass. Many citizens believe it 
should be enacted this season. The farmers 
are discovering that the quail is valuable as a 
destroyer of insects that injure their crops 
and they are demanding that the quail be let 

Opposition to the new state game law of 
Kansas is already beginning to develop. It is 
likely that the law will have to run the gant- 
let of amendments at the next session of the 

Many of the county clerks, who have to 
issue licenses in their respective counties, are 
complaining about the amount of extra work 
involved. They will ask to have the law 
changed so that the county shall get part of 
the fees collected. As it is now, the county 
clerks have to remit all they take in to the 
state treasurer, where it is placed to the 
credit of the game warden's funds. The 
county clerks say that the new law makes it 
necessary for the county to buy new books 
and records in which to keep track of the li- 
censes issued. What the county clerks would 
like would be a regulation providing that they 
should retain about 10 cents for each license 
issued as their personal rake-off on account 
of the extra work involved. 

The plea that the county is put to extra 
expense for the purchase of record books 

does not stand much investigation, for the 
licenses and stubs are all furnished free of 
charge by the state game warden. The law 
simply requires that the county clerk keep a 
record of the names and addresses of people 
to whom licenses are issued, and the date of 

The shipments of "big game" from stations 
on the Bangor & Aroostook Railroad during 
the month of October were as follows : 

Deer 1541 

Moose 81 

Bear 14 

This is a very substantial increase over 
October, 1904, and establishes a new record 
for deer, being 72 more than were shipped 
during October, 1902, which has been the rec- 
ord October up to this time. 

In view of the fact that the weather condi- 
tions during October were decidedly unfa- 
vorable from a hunter's standpoint, this rec- 
ord may be taken as a fair indication that 
there is no decrease in the number of deer 
and moose in northern Maine. 

Two of the employees of the Whitney 
estate on October Mountain, Massachusetts, 
have been appointed deputy game wardens, 
because of the number of poachers on the 
preserve. Hunters have invaded the Whit- 
ney land and have shot pheasants which are 
bred there. 

The Ohio game laws provide that ruffed 
grouse, Mongolian, English or ring-necked 
pheasants may not be shot before Novem- 
ber, 1908. Written permission must be ob- 
tained from the owner of the land upon 
which hunting is done. A fine of not less 
than $10 nor more than $15 is prescribed 
for the first offense. Non-residents of the 
State must secure a hunter's license from 
the clerk of courts. It is unlawful to sell 
guns or ammunition to boys under fourteen 
years of age, and persons who are owners 
of hunting outfits are not to permit boys of 
less than that age to use them. The penalty 
for a violation of this section is severe. 

The market value of one roast duck 
served recently in Clinton, Mo., was $50.80. 
The eighty cents was paid by the traveling 
man who ate the bird, and the $50 was the 
fine assessed against the cook who served 
and sold it. 

Mr. A. W. Galpin, of Phcenix, Arizona, 
who recently returned from a big deer hunt 
in the north, and who is entitled, therefore, 
to speak with some authority in matters per- 
taining to the chase, says that notwithstand- 
ing the protection of the game laws, the 
deer in the mountains are getting scarcer 
every year. The cause for it, according to 
the sheep men with whom Mr, Galpin talked, 



is not that the people are seriously violating 
the game laws, but that the big, gray timber 
wolves are disregarding them entirely. The 
sheep men say that these big wolves are be- 
coming alarmingly numerous, and are fast 
slaughtering the deer, especially the fawns, 
which are easier to catch, and it can be 
readily seen that if there are no fawns, there 
will soon be no deer. 

The stockmen are fighting the timber 
wolves as hard as they can, but it seems 
with only small effect. There is a territorial 
law permitting the counties to pay a bounty 
of twenty dollars for each wolf scalp, and 
the county authorities are willing to pay it. 
In addition, the cattlemen pay a bounty of 
five dollars, and the sheepmen a bounty of 
five dollars, so that dead wolves are worth 
thirty dollars apiece. But even with all 
this inducement to the hunter and sportsmen 
the wolves are increasing. The sheepmen 
now all carry strychnine with them, and 
whenever they kill a deer, or sheep, or any 
other animal and dress it in the hills, they 
poison the entrails in the hope of killing 
one or more wolves. Some of them also are 
trying to trap them, though but with little 
success so far. 

The antelope of the country have been 
under the protection of the game laws for 
the last ten years, yet they are rapidly dis- 
appearing through the ravages of the 
wolves. This is not an argument against 
the game laws, for, of course, this game 
would go still faster if it were not pro- 
tected, but it is intended to call attention to 
the fact that everything possible should be 
done to destroy the wolves, and also to in- 
form hunters that the wolf is a "gamer 
bird" than the deer, and also that his hide is 

Mr. Galpin says one sort of sport that the 
herders sometimes engage in is to capture 
the young fawns and brand them, then turn 
them loose again. He said that one of the 
three deer that he shot had been branded 
when it was a fawn. 

Mr. Galpin also verified the story to the 
effect that parties of Indians, in violation of 
the law, stray off their reservation into the 
forest reserves to hunt. There was one 
party of eight Indians in that region that a 
ranger found killing game and threatened to 
arrest. They made a defiant talk, and he 
went after reinforcements, but the Indians 
changed their minds and moved on. 

At Kendall, Wyoming, a recent visitor had 
the pleasure of meeting Ranger Silas Yarnell, 
who informed him that during the late open 
season not a single arrest had been made 
for game violation. There is an abundance 
of game, and there is no doubt but that it 
is increasing very rapidly. In one day's riding 
shortly before the close of the season, Ranger 
Yarnell counted over two hundred elk. The 

various hunting parlies which visil this 
Hon are watched very closely, and realize 
their predicamenl and are very careful not 
to overstep the law. 

The great (rouble in wanton destruction 
of game comes through the tenderfool hunl 
ers who come in each fall, and when they 
run into a bunch of elk they Re! the buck 
fever and lose their head. The elk, when 
they become scared, will bunch, and espe 
daily when they are in an open park and 
can not ascertain the direction at once from 
which the shooting is coming, and will re- 
main quiet for some time. This is when the 
hunters try to get in as many shots as pos- 
sible, without care in aiming, with the re- 
sult that they wound many of them which 
afterwards trail off and die. The rangers 
have had many occasions to track these 
bloody trails, and have found several dead 
and wounded elk. 

It is estimated that possibly one hundred 
and fifty elk have been taken out of this 
country this year, which is not very many 
compared with the great increase which is 
apparent through the number of calves to 
be seen. 

Hunters returning to Washington from 
hunting trips on the^ river report more ducks 
below Glymont than they have seen in many 
years. Off Mattawoman and Chicamuxen 
creeks the fowl were seen by the thousands, 
and in the flocks were mallard, red head and 
other varieties of choice duck. A flock of 
several hundred canvas backs are reported 
by Mr. Ned Clary to have been sighted yes- 
terday off Aquia creek. It is stated the 
ducks are very shy and it is hard to get 
within gunshot. 

"The wolves have been wreaking havoc on 
the Taquamenon," said State Game Warden 
Chapman, of Michigan, in a recent inter- 
view, "but there are still some deer left. I 
do not believe the deer will ever be exter- 
minated, proving the wolves are killed 
off. This yeai^ we notice an absence of 
young life among the deer, indicating that 
the fawns and yearlings have been killed off 
in large numbers. If the deer are to be 
protected we must get rid of the wolves." 

St. Louis commission merchants are mak- 
ing an effort to stop shipments of game into 
St. Louis from outside points in Missouri 
and other States. Although the game law 
prohibits the shipment and sale of all game 
except rabbits, shipments are received al- 
most daily in St. Louis. 

Benjamin Landauer, a commission mer- 
chant at 907 North Fourth street, who was 
arrested in November on a charge of sell- 
ing game iu violation of the law, says it 



seems impossible to make shippers through 
the State understand the law. 

Each time a shipment is received it must 
be reported to the game warden, who con- 
fiscates it. The shipper receives no returns 
from his shipment and demands an explana- 
tion. When this is given him, he _ fre- 
quently doubts. At this time the commission 
merchants are trying to make the law known 
throughout the State. 

The new game law will net the State of 
Kansas about $25,000 a year. This money 
will all go to the building up of a State fish 
hatchery and the distribution of fish in Kan- 
sas lakes, ponds and streams. State Game 
Warden Travis will buy a fish car for use 
in distributing fish next spring. 

The law compelling each resident of the 
State to secure a license from the county 
clerk of his county, at the cost of $1, if 
he wishes to hunt in Kansas, and all out- 
siders $15, went into effect the latter part of 
July. The books show that the sum of 
$6,257 have been paid to the State up to 
date from this source of revenue. But one- 
fourth of the counties have reported, which 
indicates that the total revenue annually 
will be close to $25,000. Barton county 
makes the best showing, with a total collec- 
tion of $522. Reno is next with $431. Ellis 
reported §233; Lalbette $229 and Brown 

State Game Warden J. W. Baker, of Ore- 
gon, was in Grass Valley recently to give 
his personal supervision to the prosecution 
of a local man for selling ducks. The new 
license law has brought in about $12,000, 
and the law will be closely enforced. The 
law provides that ducks and game birds 
cannot be sold during any season of the 
year, but a few local dealers flooded the 
market until the deputy game warden 
stopped them. 

Game Warden Chapma ■■'/ of Calumet, 
Michigan, is proving himself a most efficient 
State officer. Just now he is making life 
miserable for fishermen violating the law, 
and he has plans to make it warm for hunt- 
ers who overstep the game provisions. 

It is generally admitted that the Hoosier 
hunter has a hard row to hoe. Inside his 
hunting jacket he must not only have a li- 
cense, but before entering upon the land of 
any farmer he must first have permission 
from the owner of the land. This is be- 
coming more and more difficult to secure 
every year. Farmers are antagonistic to 
the hunter, as they generally want quail and 
rabbits themselves, and the birds are getting 
scarcer and scarcer. 

Under the game laws, passed by the last 
legislature, there are some interesting fea- 

After securing his license and permit from 
the farmer, the hunter can kill but twenty- 
four birds in any one day. For every one 
secured in excess of this number he can be 
fined $10. A person may be fined $10 also 
for every bird sold or offered for sale. The 
birds can not be trapped or snared, the mini- 
mum fine for violation of this provision be- 
ing $10. 

Deputy Game Warden Charley Post, of 
Oklahoma City, recently seized two barrels 
of quail in the hands of the Wells-Fargo 
Express Company, which were being shipped 
out of the territory in violation of law. This 
is the largest haul of this kind made this 

Under the Oklahoma law it is unlawful 
to sell quail or ship them out of the terri- 
tory. Notwithstanding this law, some one 
in southwestern Oklahoma undertook to ship 
two barrels of quail to a Chicago commission 
house and routed them via the Wells-Fargo 
Express Company's line. At least, this is 
the supposition, inasmuch as the barrels con- 
taining the quail came over the 'Frisco from 
the southwest. 

The barrels containing the quail bore the 
address of a Chicago commission house, to 
which they were consigned, but had nothing 
to indicate from whence they came or who 
the shipper was. If the identity of the ship- 
per could be ascertained, he would be liable 
to prosecution for violation of the game law. 
The Wells-Fargo is also liable to prosecu- 
tion for handling the shipment. 

Since the game laws have been so vigor- 
ously enforced in Illinois a new confidence 
game has come to light. Two city sports- 
men, with guns and dogs, go to a farmer 
and offer him five dollars for the privilege 
of shooting on his domain. To protect 
themselves they make a receipt, which a few 
weeks later turns up at the bank as a promis- 
sory note. In one locality farmers were 
caught to the amount of several thousand 

New York State has rigid 
the killing of birds, but the 
been compelled to carry on 
warfare against the crows du 
season. The only way to kill 
destroyers is to soak some co 
tion of poison and when the 
corn they die in a short time. 

laws against 
farmers have 
an organized 
ring the past 
the feathered 
rn in a solu- 
birds eat the 

Under the new game law, no one hunter 
in Missouri may kill more than twenty-five 
quail on any one day. However, that pro- 
vision will not prove a hardship for the ma- 
jority of hunters. 


Recreation is the Official Publication 
of the National Archery Association 

Some of the old archery societies of 
Great Britain, and which still flourish, are: 
"The Royal Company of Archers," the 
king's body for Scotland, was organized in 
its present form in 1676. "The Royal Toxo- 
philite Society" was organized in 1781 and 
represents the two ancient bodies, "The 
Finsbury Archers" and "The Archers Com- 
pany of the Honorable Artillery.'' "The 
Woodmen of Arden" was revived in 1785. 
Their meetings are held in the beautiful 
grounds of the Earl of Aylesfort, who is 
Lord Warden of the "Woodmen of Arden." 


(Ninety-Six Arrows at Sixty Yards.) 

Owing to the very cold weather only a 
few archers 'had the courage to indulge in 
their favorite sport. Under the cireum- 
stanies, the shooting was very high-class. 

No report as to weather in Boston. In 
Chicago, the temperature 20 degrees above 
zero, with light snow. In Seattle, a wet 
wind and sloppy ground. 



ist-24 2nd-24 3rd-24 4th-24 Total 
Will H.Thompson 20-78 22-98 23-155 23-119—88-450 

A. E. Spink - - 22-100 19-93 19 85 19-87 —79-365 
E.I.Bruce - - - 19-85 16-68 16-86 19-87—70-326 




George Phillips Bryant 
Wallace Bryant 
Edward W. Frentz 

Thanksgiving Day is generally too cold 
for archery, and an earlier date will prob- 
ably be chosen for the shoot. 



Dr. Henry E. Jones, 24-130, 24-144, 24-134, 
24-148 = 96-556. 

F. S. Barnes, 25-95, 22-104, 21-91, 21-105 = 

Prof. G. E. Coghill, 14-72, 21-81, 18-82, 
21-95 = 74-330. 

Prof. H. L .Bates, 12-52, 12-66, 16-74, 
17-79 = 57-271. 


The following interesting extract is from 
Hansard's "The Book of Archery," pub- 
lished in London, in 1841 : 


"In thus advocating strong bows and distant shoot- 
ing, let it not be understood that the archer is to in- 
jure himself by overstraining his muscles, or mar his 
success at the target by using bows beyond his man- 

"The strength of the drawing arm rapidly accom- 
modates itself to the increased power of the bow, for 
nothing tends more to fortify and invigorate the 
muscles of that, and indeed every other portion of 
the human frame, than archery. We have all seen a 
bow somewhat above the shooter's strength during 
his first season, entirely under command by the en- 
suing summer, if in constant use. Let the archer, 
however, 'wrestle with his gear,' as Ascham terms 
it, and achieve these conquests in private; for no 
bow should be taken to a shooting match which the 
owner cannot use with perfect facility, since the 
struggle consequent on an attempt to draw up the 
arrow, when a man is over-bowed, will so disorder 
his aim that by chance only can he hope, under such 
disadvantages, to meet with the target. 'It makes 
some men,' writes the author just quoted, 'to over- 
shoot the mark, some to shoot far wide, and per- 
chance to hurt a bystander.' T had my bows,' says 
Bishop Latimer in one of his sermons, 'bought for 
me according to my age and strength, and as I in- 
creased in them, so my bows were made heavier and 
stronger.' 'Let the bow of every archer be propor- 
tioned to his strength, that is, not above, but rather 
beneath the power of the shooter,' says Leo in his 
tactics; and the observation proves him to have been 
well acquainted with the subject on which he wrote." 


The Effingham Hunt Club will have its 
great annual hunt on November 15th. Cap- 
tain James Border is leader. The members 
of the club will be divided into two sec- 
tions. Whichever section loses will have 
to give a free supper to the winners, at 
which the game that was shot will be served. 
The game is counted as follows : 

Small birds 10 points. 

Squirrels 10 " 

Rabbits 5 

Hawks 50 " 

Wild Ducks 50 " 

The above is from a clipping from the 
Effingham Volksblatt. 

We have written to James Borders, Effing- 
ham, and hope to make him see the error 
of his ways, but to add weight to our letter 
we wish that as many of our readers as see 
this item will also write personal letters to 
this gentleman, for there is no more cer- 
tain way of exterminating the game in any 
section of the country than by the introduc- 
tion of the disgraceful items. 



To the white man of America who feels 
his blood leap in his veins when his foot 
crosses the rim of the woods, and the blue 
sky, save the patches that gleam through the 
leaves above him, is lost to him ; who hears 
music in the bay of his hound and in his 
rifle's crack — I, Io of the Umpquas, long 
gone to the land of the spirits, speak. 

Listen to me, O Pale-face brother — I am 
come to tell of a land of good hunting! 
Fifty years it has been since I went into 
the ground, and my covering for the night 
and for the day became the canoe, the sand 
and the stones, which those who in their 
turn have blown out their breaths and 
followed me, laid over me. Since that time, 
O white friend, the Great Father at Wash- 
ington has called my brethren with their 
squaws and pappooses, to his reservations, 
and no redskin remains on the Oregon coast 
save she whose years are numbered as the 
leaves of the maple — the widowed squaw bent 
over the embers in her hovel by the sea, 
with no companions save her dog-pack and 
her pipe to listen to her sighs, like the sighs 
of the east wind. 

When I lived and hunted, the foot-prints 
of my bronze-skinned brothers were as thick 
as deer-tracks, in this country of mighty for- 
ests and wonderful valleys. Scrape in the 
sand about old Indian camping-places, and 
you will resurrect our household utensils and 
outdoor implements in numbers as great as 
the salmon that come up the rivers in spawn- 
ing time. 

Go to the deserted huts in the wilderness, 
long since given up to the denizens of the 
woods, and look on the threescore feet high 
mounds of shells and earth about them — 
mute and lofty witnesses to the numbers of 
the former hunters in these forests. 

The wild geese that pass over my bones 
have whispered to me that in many parts 
of the States of this broad land not even a 
blackened stump remains to tell of the for- 
ests that are gone, and that in other places 
where the mighty trees hold up their heads 
the north wind is bitter in the hunting sea- 
son, and the hunter can not carry his^ rifle 
for the freezing of his fingers. To him I, 
Io the Indian, send greeting, and commend 
him to the forests of the land that is lapped 
by the Pacific Sea! 

Here, O white brother, the snow melts as 
it falls — the every-day rain is but a warm 
mist, and the white man can be comfort- 
able in his shirt sleeves in the sunshine in 
the dead of winter. There are no warm 
nights and no cold days, and the air is pleas- 
ant and bracing through the twelve moons. 

Here is found a greater area of untouched 
timber land than in any other state in the 
Great Father's dominions. Here, owing to 
the copious rains and the mild climate tem- 
pered by the ocean's breath, every green 
stalk reaches toward the stars. The ever- 
green brake measures the height of a brave, 
and the heads of the trees are three times a 
hundred feet above the earth. Many hundred 
years these monarchs of wood have stood in 
their summer's splendor and their winter's 
strength, unharmed by the winds, and since 
there is no day, even in the eighth moon, 
when these forests are not wet with dew and 
fogs, — unscathed by fire. And here in these 
forests of spruces, hemlocks, firs, oaks, cher- 
rys, tamaracks, maples, junipers, cedars, pines 
— forests in many places so dense that the 
gloom of day is like the darkness of night — 
the wild things find hiding-places and live 
in numbers so great that, in the white man's 
language, the state is a '"sportsman's para- 

There are a few of the antlered elk in the 
state, but the rulers have forbidden the death 
of one of these for half a score of years, that 
they may increase and be many in the Ore- 
gon country. 

Of the deer the hunter is permitted to kill 
five in the autumn season. Then to the 
chase, Pale Face — to the long run ! Take 
your dogs and your companions and your 
fire-stick, and go into the woods a few hun- 
dred yards, and start the big buck, quench- 
ing his thirst at the fresh-water lake ! 

Then away like the west wind — past the 
miles of water-lily covered lakes, out on the 
knolls — on — on — to the sands where the bark 
of the dogs is drowned by the roar of the 
breakers — on — on — till the panting antlered 
one, seized with despair, runs into the surf 
to meet the crack of the good rifle ! 

There is another beast in these woods (the 
most cunning thing in the forest) — the wild 
creature the Great Father at Washington 
loves to hunt — the yellow mountain lion. The 
tame sheep and the foolish cow, chewing 
their cuds in tjieir pastures, die as fish before 




the otter, when the cougar leaps among them, 
and the lawmakers have said that he who 
slays ithe yellow cat shall claim money for 
his head. 

The brush is so thick in the forest that in 
many places the dog can not force his body 
through and man can only go by the trails. 

Quick — quick, hunter, when your dogs 
track the panther — quick, or he will be gone 
in the tree-top, whose 'branches are so thick 
they hide the long one, and you can no lon- 
ger behold him with his eyes of fire ! 

What is that that has left its track, in the 
night, in the mud about your spring? Out, 
friend, with the dogs, and on the trail of the 
black bear grown fat on the acorns, the 
thimble, the salmon, and the sal-lal berries 
of autumn ! 

Maybe the hairy one will lead the dogs on 
a forty-mile run, and the hounds will creep 
into the master's door after two suns have 
set — wornout and sore of foot,, while Bruin 
says, ha ! ha ! in the next county ! 

But better luck next time, brother — a little 
run in the forest — a crackling of the brush 
as the big bear plows through a thicket — a 
growl from the dogs — a snarl from the 
shaggy one as he turns under the firs, to 
strike out at the bellowing hounds — a swift 
shot from your rifle — a mad whirl — the swift 
blow of an axe — and a bear's pelt is yours ! 

Countless smaller beasts there are in the 
woods — the swift-leaping wildcat — the clam- 
eating 'coon — the fearless polecat — the nest- 
building woodrat — the springing squirrel. 
The beaver used to build his dams across 
every river — but now he has fled before the 
sound of the footsteps of the white man, and 
is found only in the most hidden places. 

Because of the moist air the dog can trail 
in the sunlight the tracks the 'coon has made 
in the moonlight, and great are the number 
of narrow faces that hide in one hole in the 
ground ! 

Do you like to hunt the fowls of the for- 
est, my brother? There are pheasants, there 
are grouse and quail — there are hawks, there 
are them of the bald head and the mighty 
wing — they who soar in the eye of the sun 
in numbers like the bloom of the laurel in 

Do you like to hunt the sea-bird, white 
hunter? Geese, as numberless as the sands, 
ducks, like the maple's bloom in spring, sea- 
gulls, loons, shags, cranes, float on the bay, 
ready for the aim of the gunner. 

Stand on the edge of the bay, white hunt- 
er, and watch the 'big hair-seal come to the 
surface of the water. He will look at you 
without fear many minutes before he dives, 
but do not shoot him, brother — you can not 
reach his body, for he will sink like a stone 
and will not rise until his flesh is fit only for 
the fishes. 

Look, white friend, from the beach where 
the breakers roll up a hundred feet and roar 
like the thunder — look out in the sea where 

the rocks rear themselves half a hundred 

feet out of the water arid sec the yellow sea 
lion and his fellows covering the rocks, to 

bask in the great sun's rays! 

The lighthouse keeper has seen over the 
bar, that whose pelt is worth in the Greal 
Father's coin a hundred dollars five timi 
over. Then out, good hunter, for a perilous 
day and a night among the breakers, and be 
hold at daybreak a white dot in the distance 
—the silver sea-otter, curled up asleep, with 
its head pillowed on the water, as calmly as 
the white man reposes on his pillow of goose 
feathers ! Then be quick, good hunter, shoot 
with sure aim, and secure the prize before it 
sinks in the deep ! 

Come, white man, up the side of the moun- 
tain—a hundred feet three times, above the 
level of the great waters, and behold the en- 
tire skeleton of a monster whale ! Four cav- 
uses it would need to draw the lower jaw- 
bone of the skeleton even on the flat earth — 
how, then, came the bones of the great crea- 
ture entire, on the mountain side? 

Listen and I will tell you. Half a cen- 
tury gone, when I, through age, leaned on mj 
stick, an ocean water-spout lifted the mom 
s<ter and laid him down on the mountain 
When the water came down it washed a 
basin so deep that the whale lived in it many 
days. I saw the whale — I and my red broth- 
ers ate of his flesh. 

Farewell ! The spirits of my brothers are 
calling me back. I must go. Heed well the 
parting words of Io, mighty huntsman of the 
Umpquas, O hunter ! When the red lust for 
hunting is upon you, come away to this re- 
gion where the wild things live — away to the 
land next the setting sun beside the mighty 
stretch of restless waters ! 



In these days wooden canoes, canvas ca- 
noes, tin canoes and other contrivances to 
transport one from place to place have re- 
placed the once familiar birch-bark canoe 
of our early days, but they are yet in use 
in the far-back country. 

As we have no country so far back but 
what Recreation reaches it, I propose, 
through its pages, to enlighten the unedu- 
cated as to the proper way in which a bark 
canoe should be gummed, i. e., the prepara- 
tion of the gum from the raw state, suitable 
for the heat of summer and the cold of late 

A leaky bark canoe is the most miserable 
vessel one can be in; I mean a small tour- 
ing or hunting canoe. As an old officer 
once said to me : "A small canoe with rea- 
sonable care and proper gumming should 
never have a drop of water in her." 

There is some excuse for a large trans- 
port canoe which is loaded and unloaded, 
occasionally several times a day to make a 



trifle of water, because she is racked con- 
siderably each time she grounds or the lad- 
ing is shifted. But a big canoe, with care- 
ful gumming and due regard for her frailty, 
can be kept comparatively free from water. 

The best gum to use, and for that matter 
the only proper gum, is from the white 
spruce tree. Some seem to think the only 
thing to do is melt the gum and smear it 
on the seams. As a result the action of the 
sun above board, and friction of the tepid 
water in under, will cause the gum to melt 
and run all over the bark in a most un- 
sightly manner and leave the seams exposed 
in places, allowing the water to enter. 

I had a canoe, comfortable size for three 
men and baggage, gummed on the twelfth of 
May, traveled eleven hundred miles; she 
was carried over eighty-three portages and 
we arrived back at the post without ever 
having occasion to even warm the gum. I 
admit the canoe was a well-made one in the 
first place, and I had two careful men, nev- 
ertheless without proper gum repairs would 
have been necessary and vexatious delays 

Now, I must tell the secret of gum cook- 
ing ere I tire the reader or exasperate the 
searcher after knowledge. 

Where a number of canoes are to be 
gummed or kept in commission it is the bet- 
ter plan to prepare a quantity of gum at 

For summer use take ten (10) pounds of 
clean, hand-picked white spruce gum, put it 
into a kettle two-thirds too large for it and 
start to melt it over a gentle fire having a 
flat, paddle-shaped stick to stir it occasionally. 
When it gets to the boiling point_ constant 
care and watchfulness must be given, and 
almost a continual whirl of the paddle kept 
up, otherwise at this stage of the cooking 
it will boil over, ignite, and the whole kettle 
will be a mass of flames in a moment. 

The process of making proper gum is 
lengthy and tedious, as it requires from six 
to ten hours' constant attention. Strange to 
say, during the boiling process it changes 
from the original yellow color of the gum to 
coal black. Another strange phenomenon 
is that about the time it gets deep black no 
matter how much fuel is added to the fire 
it is no longer possible to make the contents 
of the kettle boil. 

Now, when you have arrived at this point 
of relief from the stirring process, add one 
(i) pound of pure rendered beef tallow, 
stir occasionally for another twenty minutes, 
keeping the same amount of fire going, and 
your gum is cooked. 

The better way before it cools is to run it 
off into small receptacles for future use. 
Empty tomato cans, small kettles or other 
convenient vessels. p , 

In applying the gum to a new canoe it is 
better to have the gum not too liquid. Have 
a little pallet of wood, dipping it into the 

gum as required and spreading it carefully 
along the seams. After all the seams are 
served heat a flat piece of iron, the end of a 
poker or some other suitable thing, and pass 
it little by little on and along the gum to 
give it a polish and firm set. The Indians, 
when doing this, keep masticating a piece 
of gum or a twig to create saliva ; then, as 
the hot iron has warmed a certain surface 
they expectorate some of the spittle into the 
palm of the hand, rubbing the hand back and 
forth over the heated surface until it cools, 
hardens and has a polished appearance. 

Like everything else, to do a thing well 
requires time, but when it is well done it 
lasts. I have seen a canoe, gummed in the 
way I have described, placed out on an ex- 
posed beach and left all day in the heat of 
a July sun and at night, upon examination, 
the gum had not melted or moved an eighth 
of an inch. This canoe belonged to the man 
who taught me how to cook gum. 

As the water and the air is getting cold 
about the twentieth of September, we take 
all this gum off our canoes in commission 
and replace it with gum of a more plastic 
consistency. It is made in this manner, when 
boiled to a deep coffee color (before it 
reaches the black hue), add two (2) pounds 
of pure rendered beef tallow to ten (10) 
pounds of gum. Such gum does not crack 
with the frost, or if accidentally coming in 
contact with a rock only shows a dinge, 
thereby leaving the canoe still watertight. 

To take off the summer gum a tent or 
tarpaulin is stretched on the ground, the 
canoe placed upon it and each gummed por- 
tion gone over with a small flat stick. With 
this he gives the gum short, sharp, decisive 
blows and the gum crumbles and falls on the 
canvas placed to catch it. When the canoe 
is perfectly free of gum she is lifted on one 
side and the gum carefully gathered for next 
summer's use, by adding half a pound of 
tallow and boiling for half an hour. 

Even in the country where birch bark 
canoes are in use it is not every one who 
knows how to cook gum properly. 



The forest fires which semi-annually rage 
through our forests, destroying all in their 
path and leaving behind desolation and bar- 
renness, may indeed be called the scourge 
of the American wilderness. The havoc 
wrought by these destructive fires may be 
readily appreciated on traveling through the 
burnt lands over which these fires have 
swept. Nothing remains to gladden the eye 
or cheer the mind save blackened stumps 
and dead undergrowth. Not alone do forest 
fires destroy the beauty of the landscape and 
consume millions of feet of valuable timber, 
but live game of all descriptions suffer se- 
verely as well. Particularly is this true if 



these fires occur early in the spring, for then 
do they destroy the nests containing the 
eggs or young of our game birds, while im- 
mature animals, unable to escape from their 
path, share a like fate. Forest fires are di- 
rectly traceable to two causes. Carelessness, 
either intentional or unintentional, on the 
part of certain individuals, and the rail- 
roads whose tracks run through these for- 
ests are the chief causes of these fires. 
Thoughtlessness on the part of inexperi- 
enced hunters and campers in the woods 
starts many a destructive fire raging. The 
thoughtless knocking of embers from a pipe 
onto the dried leaves, or the careless throw- 
ing down of a lighted match, are quite suf- 
ficient to start a serious conflagration. Many 
of these fires are also started by some mean, 
low-minded people, to avenge a real or fan- 
cied wrong they have sustained at the hands 
of some neighboring timber owner. Thus 
they imagine that by firing the woods and 
destroying their neighbor's timber they have 
satisfactorily "squared accounts." It is a 
great pity that these despicable rascals can- 
not more frequently be caught in their 
treacherous act. The sparks from passing 
locomotives dropping into the forest bed of 
dried leaves and underbrush very frequently 
serve to start one of these fires. No matter 
from what cause, or how started, one of 
these fires once under headway in a country 
of large forests is indeed a serious affair 
to deal with. The flames, at first small, run 
rapidly over the ground, fed by the dry 
leaves and underbrush. Gradually growing 
larger, these flames reach up and ignite the 
low spreading branches of some bush. From 
this they gain headway and spread to other 
bushes, finally whipping around the second 
growths and larger trees, with a dull roar 
the flames mount higher and the forest fire 
is embarked on its mad career. Once started 
in a heavily forested country, one of these 
fires, with a good wind behind it, will some- 
times burn fiercely for weeks at a time. Fi- 
nally encountering the impassable barrier of 
some large river, it expends its force in vain 
endeavors to reach over to the brush on the 
opposite shore, and this failing, dies. _ Fight- 
ing a forest fire is indeed no small job and 
calls for much endurance, discomfort and 
exertion on the part of the fighters. I have 
helped fight many of these fires in the for- 
ests of northern Pennsylvania; oftentimes 
our exertions to check some particular fire 
continuing for several days at a time. The 
accompanying descriptions were taken by 
the writer, during a particularly fierce 
fire, which resisted our best efforts toward 
checking it, for three days and nights. It 
was one of those still, warm days of early 
spring; a haze hung about the horizon and 
everything seemed lazy and indifferent in the 
warm spring sunshine. Towards noon we 
detected a faint odor of burning pine, borne 
to us on the faint breeze. An hour or two 

later dense clouds of black .smoke could be 
seen rising up from behind a neighboring 

ridge of pine, while the atmosphere was now 
SO smoke-laden as to smart one's eyes. The 

wind began to freshen and the fire was now 
headed in our direction. Hastily summoning 
all hands, and procuring water bucket ,, we 
started on our work of fire fighting. Fol 
lowing down a woodland road for about two 
miles, we were on a parallel line with the 
oncoming fire. Here we struck into the 
woods and strung out along a small wood 
road used by lumber teams. Our right wing 
rested on a small spring, which was quite 
essential in our operations. Each man, pro- 
vided with a lighted pine knot, ran along this 
road, starting the brush along one side blaz- 
ing, and afterwards, seeing to it that the 
fire was kept on that side and prevented 
from crossing the road. We started a line 
of fire all along one side of this road for a 
distance of about two miles until we came 
to a fair-sized stream. Thus we drove our 
own fire against the forest fire, which was 
now bearing down on us very rapidly, being 
helped along by a strong wind. By forcing 
our fire against the oncoming fire, we thus 
burned all combustibles in its path, and so 
hoped to check its further advance. This 
method of fire fighting is known as "back 
firing" and is usually effective in checking 
or stopping these destructive forest fires. 
Great care must be taken in "back firing," 
however, to prevent the back fire from get- 
ting away from you, thus making matters 
worse than the original fire could. Back fires 
should be started along one side of a road 
or stream, as they can then be controlled and. 
prevented from spreading in any direction, 
save the one desired. We were now envel- 
oped in a dense smoke with the wind against 
us, and it required constant vigilance on our 
part to prevent the flames of our own fire 
from being blown back in our faces and 
across the road behind us. As a precaution 
against this we sent two boys, with buckets 
of water, along our entire line of fire, con- 
stantly soaking the undergrowth on the side 
opposite the fire. The heat and smoke from 
both fires were now intense and our eyes 
were streaming water, while our heads 
throbbed. It was at this stage that one of 
my companions loomed up through the 
smoke and gasped out that the fire had suc- 
ceeded in crossing the road further on, and 
was rapidly bearing down on our valuable 
timber land and buildings. No time was to 
be lost, and blindly rushing through dense 
clouds of smoke and whirling sparks, we 
succeeded in making our way back to our 
main road. Stationing some of our men 
along this road to> prevent, if possible, the 
fire from crossing at this point, the remain- 
der of our party rushed on parallel with the 
fire, which was now raging through some 
valuable pine timber. The blinding smoke 
and suffocating heat from the fire at this 



point was well-nigh unendurable, but still we 
were obliged to press on. At last we arrived 
where we must make another stand, and if 
possible turn the course of the fire. We sent 
the boys to a small lake about a auarter of a 
mile distant for water, while we began a line 
of back fire to turn the course of the forest 
fire from our possessions. The air was now 
filled with swirling sparks and cinders. 
Dense yellow smoke filled the road and the 
surrounding woods with a suffocating cloud, 
while the roar of the flames, the crashing 
of falling timber, the scorching heat and 
crackling underbrush, all combined to make 
a spectacle never to be forgotten. The smoke 
was so dense we were obliged to lie flat in 
the roadway, our faces but a few inches from 
the ground, to obtain air, while your com- 
panion but a few feet from you was entirely 
undiscernible. After checking this fire at va- 
rious points, our exertions lasting until well 
on toward dawn, we at last succeeded in 
turning the course of the fire, thereby saving 
our property. When proceeding before a 
moderate gale I have frequently seen flames 
from one of these fires mount thirty feet 
or more into the air, while their roar can be 
heard for miles. On a dark night the effect 
of a forest fire seen burning along the top 
of some distant mountain range is indeed in- 
spiring to behold. The red tongues of flame 
seem silhouetted against the crimson-tinted 
horizon, the dense clouds of illumined smoke 
mounting upward, the fragrant odor of burn- 
ing pine on the night air and the distant roar 
of flames and crash of falling trees serve 
to nerve one to a high pitch of excitement. 
These forest fires, when burning against a 
fair wind, do not acquire such enormous 
proportions ; though when burning slowly 
against the wind, their work is more thor- 
ough and deadly in its effect on the forest 
growth. Often after one of these fires has 
swept over a mountain range the twinkling 
glow of burning stumps left in the fire's 
wake may be seen for several nights, giving 
the appearance of tiny catnpfires shining in 
the distance. While these fires do not neces- 
sarily kill some of the larger trees at once, 
still they ruin the timber and kill the prom- 
ising young growth, besides giving the wil- 
derness a scar which takes many years to 
heal and disappear. Let us hope, therefore, 
that the thoughtless and unthinking camper 
and others will take heed, and be as careful 
in the dry woods of late autumn and early 
spring as one would be in a powder mill. 
A forest fire once started, often proves as 
disastrous in every way as an explosion in 
one of these mills would prove. Let us also 
hope that our forests will receive that same 
protection from state and government which 
is now so nobly extended to our game birds 
and animals. This done, and forest fires 
kept out, our great American wilderness 
will take on new life and blossom as the 


Editor Recreation : 

Labor Day, 1904, while fishing for black- 
fish oyer the wreck, near Rockaway Inlet, in 
Jamaica Bay, I caught a few good-sized fish 
and a couple of small ones. I had a piece of 
an old woolen stocking, which I used to 
wipe off the fishing-pole and reel with, and 
I tore off a piece of this and wrapped it 
around the tail of one of the small black- 
fish, throwing him back into the water. A 
year later, it just happened to be Labor Day, 
I was fishing at the same old spot. The 
first fish I pulled up was a blackfish weigh- 
ing about two pounds with a black woolen 
sweater on. 

Edwin Hauck, New York City. 


Editor Recreation: 

In your October number, referring to the 
wonderful success of Beals C. Wright, the 
present American lawn tennis champion, you 
unintentionally made a mistake in speaking of 
Mr. Wright's playing in the National Cham- 
pionship Tournament at Newport. You should 
say: "He lost one set in the tournament — to 
Larned — and this, "the first of the series, he 
followed by three easy wins." * * * 
Knowing that you would not intentionally 
take credit from any player who deserves it, 
or, in other words, believing, as I am sure 
you do, that where credit is due it should 
be given, I take the liberty of calling your 
attention to the mistake referred to, and 
pointing out the fact that Mr. Wright lost 
two sets in the tournament. In his match 
against Wylie C. Grant, Wright lost the sec- 
ond set by a score of 4-6, as you can see by 
reference to the offiicial scores of the tourna- 
ment. The full score of his match against 
Mr. Grant being, as I now remember, 6-4, 
4-6, 6-1, 6-2. Although the mistake may 
seem of not much matter, yet, the reason that 
I call it to your attention is that in the ar- 
ticle referred to in your October number the 
fact that Mr. Wright only lost one set in the 
tournament is particularly mentioned. I am 
quite sure, knowing Mr. Wright, as I do, to 
be a thorough sportsman, that he would be 
the first to suggest this correction, and I also 
think that in justice to Mr. Grant it should 
be made, because the winning of even one set 
from Beals C. Wright, considering the way 
that he was playing the past season, is a 
most creditable performance for any player. I 
am a constant reader of your paper, and feel 
sure that you will appreciate my calling your 
attention to the above-mentioned matter, and 
that you will correct the error in your next 

Justice, New York City. 




"Oh, mother, come quick! Come quick!" 
shouted a shrill, childish treble. "Here's 
a big snake with horns on." 

The mother rushed out to the assistance of 
the terrified child, and sure enough, there 
was a snake of a species entirely unknown 
to her. Not very long but of an immense 
girth and with a pair of crooked horns ex- 
tending back over his repulsive head. Greatly 
alarmed and surprised, as no snakes aside 
from an occasional water snake or a harm- 
less garter had ever been seen in this north- 
ern region, she summoned her husband from 
the nearby potato patch. He came, incredu- 
lously scoffing, but speedily alive to the ex- 
igencies of the case, on catching sight of 
the repulsive reptile. 

A few vigorous blows with the hoe and the 
mystery was solved. 

His snakeship was a common garter that 
had swallowed no less than three toads and 
was then vainly endeavoring to engulf the 
fourth victim. His capacity being unequal 
to his appetite he had but partially succeeded 
in the effort, and the hind legs of the last 
captive extended back over his head • in the 
exact similitude of a pair of horns. 

On being released this modern Jonah 
seemed none the worse for his experience, 
and calmly hopped away to contemplate his 
miraculous deliverance. 

As he sat beside a sheltering stump, blink- 
ing at Fate and the world, some doubt was 
expressed as to his survival, and the mother 
suggested putting a dab of paint on his back. 
Thenceforth Jonah became a marked char- 

He lived for years in the garden, making 
his home in the old, hollow stump, and when 
that disappeared before the march of time 
and civilization he took up his abode beneath 
a large stone, screened by a grape vine, in 
one corner of the garden, and there lived as 
contentedly as before. 

As years passed on he grew to such an 
immense size that the boys became proud of 
their pet toad, and began to aid him in pro- 
curing a varied and abundant diet. 

It soon became his custom to hop up on 
the porch steps in the warm summer even- 
ings and sit placidly awaiting the flies, bugs, 
spiders and other insects they caught for 
him. He took them at first from the end of 
a long, sharp stick and afterward from a 

After ten years of this halcyon existence 
the family built and moved into a new house 
some twenty rods from the first. 

A 'few days after the flitting old Jonah 
was seen, laboriously hopping along down 
the path toward the new house. Some one 
compassionately carried him the remainder 
of the distance and he thereupon took up 
his residence under one of the porches until 

the next year, when a drive well was pul 

down iii the yard. 
Soon after that event he disappeared and 

was seen no more for several months Con 
siderable speculation was indulged in regard 
ing his probable fate. During the sumi 
it became necessary to m.-ike some changes 
in the connection of the pipes al the well and 
the cavity at the top was opened, There, 
serenely winking at the sun, sal Mr. Jonah, 
apparently as cheerful as ever and little r< 
garding the fact of his release. 
> The cavity was about ten feet deep and 
six or eight in diameter, and walls and floor 
covered with cement. It looked like a most 
undesirable home, and whether he had de- 
liberately chosen it or fallen in while ex- 
ploring under the loose planks covering the 
top was an open question. 

Suffice to say that he soon again disap- 
peared, and was again found in the same 
place, and so on for a period of about fif- 
teen years. When, for any reason, the space 
was uncovered there would be seen old 
Jonah, looking as though he had just awak- 
ened from a refreshing nap, though one pe- 
riod of imprisonment lasted nearly two 
_ He certainly did diminish considerably in 
size, however, doubtless owing to a less 
abundant diet. 

Last summer the elements of a probable 
tragedy were disclosed. When the well was 
opened at that time the family gathered about 
to greet the old fellow, but no trace of him 
was to be seen. There was, however, the 
skeleton of a large snake lying coiled in one 
corner, and the conclusion was obvious. 
Poor Jonah had doubtless fallen a victim to 
his ancient foe. 

A gifted pen might weave a romance from 
a far less tragic ending. 


Editor Recreation: 

Have been noticing various criticisms in 
Recreation and I wish to register a com- 
plaint. The Cree Indians of Canada are 
spoiling our best hunting grounds. I saw, 
in a two weeks' hunt this fall, six black-tail 
deer, where two years ago I saw nearly one 
hundred in a four days' hunt. This year 
the Indians have hunted the country to a fin- 
ish. They move as far south as the Mis- 
souri River brakes and go into camp there. 
Then they hunt the country surrounding with 
dogs. If you could bring these facts before 
some one in power I would be ever so 
much obliged. If there is anything I can 
do, I'll be glad to assist. 

W. H. Kitts, Lewistown, Mont 


Editor Recreation : 

For more than two years past Dr. C. F. 
Hodge, of Clark University, Worcester, 



Mass., has been conducting a remarkable 
study of the ruffed grouse in captivity. By 
his investigation of its foods, habits, in- 
stincts and natural history Dr. Hodge has 
not only made unique contributions to our 
knowledge of the grandest game bird we 
possess, but has solved the problem of its 
domestication. Starting with eggs under a 
bantam hen he has reared the grouse chicks 
in captivity, has seen them come to maturity, 
mate, and produce in turn strong and 
healthy offspring — an achievement long con- 
sidered impossible, but in its fruition full 
of promise to those who have looked with 
dismay upon the growing scarcity of a bird 
that has no rival in the sportsman's es- 

The greatest difficulty which Dr. Hodge 
has encountered has been the unexpected one 
that the birds offer strong attractions to 
cats. As it is through this circumstance 
that the writer has had his attention focused 
upon the cat problem, a few incidents may 
be cited. 

During the entire course of Dr. Hodge's 
investigation, at all times of day or night, 
the family was likely to be startled by the 
birds flying wildly about the enclosure, al- 
ways to find and chase away some blood- 
thirsty cat that was climbing about over the 
wire netting that shielded the birds. After 
losing two young grouse by being snagged 
by cats reaching through the inch mesh of 
the netting, and later an old bird that died 
with a burst crop, the plan was adopted of 
catching the -cats in box traps, chloroform- 
ing those that appeared to be strays, and re- 
turning to neighbors those whose ownership 
happened to be known. 

Ultimately ,of course, matters came to a 
crisis. A neighbor's cat, a persistent of- 
fender, was "put out of business" upon Dr. 
Hodge's premises, but by one of his as- 
sistants while he was out of town. The 
irate owner, with more feeling than wis- 
dom, incited the S. P. C. A. to bring the 
protector of the birds into a local court. 

In discharging the defendant, the Magis- 
trate, Judge Samuel Utley, took occasion to 
say: "If there is one animal that is uncon- 
trollable it is the common house cat. There 
is no wilder animal in Christendom, and I 
maintain that a man on his own premises 
has a right to exterminate cats that destroy 
his property and encroach on his good na- 

There is but one thing further to say in 
connection with the above incident. On the 
following Sunday morning all of Dr. 
Hodge's partridges were found dead — poi- 
soned by acorns charged with arsenic 
thrown into the enclosure by some person 
unknown at this writing. 

It would be easy to dwell upon the des- 
picable character of this act of the cat 
ownei, to enlarge upon the exhibition af- 
forded of a type which dwells in every com- 

munity and who, cast as he is in the same 
criminal mould as the dog poisoner and the 
incendiary, abhorred by all decent men. But 
our real concern is not with him. It lies in 
the problem of the cat, and it is the manifest 
duty of every sportsman, every lover of 
birds, to cover the question fully and in 
possession of the facts to wage relentless 
war upon every roaming, predatory cat he 
may chance upon in his days afield. 

We may fairly state the claims of the 
cat under two heads : first as a household 
pet, second as a foe to rats and mice. The 
first claim I oppose on the grounds of un- 
healthfulness and unresponsiveness. Science 
tells us the cat is a well known, thoroughly 
proven carrier of contagious disease. Diph- 
theria, tuberculosis, eczema, ringworm, 
grippe and scarlet fever are among the more 
common diseases in which the contagion has 
been traced to the cat. Practically every cat 
we examine is diseased. Nearly all are 
mangy, all of any age have catarrh of the 
nasal passages, tubercular lungs are com- 
mon, all are infested with fleas. All these 
things indicate that the cat is an unwhole- 
some animal for a child to have as a pet. 

Few. cats are determined rat catchers — 
food comes easier in other ways and the 
war against vermin never "being carried to 
the point of extermination is of slight value. 

Against the cat an array of charges ap- 
pear, among which I cite : 

i. The suffering of the animals them- 
selves by fighting, starvation, disease and ex- 

2. The annoyance, especially in cities, of 
their nightly caterwauling and their offens- 
ive habits about buildings. 

3. Carrying contagious diseases from house 
to house. 

4. Killing chickens, game, song and insec- 
tivorous birds. 

Only No. 4 demands further comment in 
a paper addressed to sportsmen. 

In the past few years, especially since ac- 
tive work for the protection of birds has 
been instituted, the cat problem has entered 
upon an acute phase. This work for the 
birds is determined and widespread; it is 
entrenched behind beneficial laws and 
founded, in part, on the fact that insect rav- 
ages — largely due to scarcity of birds — are 
taxing the resources of the country heavily, 
a recent estimate placing the annual damage 
of insects to forest and agricultural interests 
at $795,000,000. The situation demands that 
a solution of the cat problem fair to all con- 
cerned be reached as speedily as possible. 
Clearly every cat owner should provide 
means to keep the animal on his own prem- 
ises, so that cats found running at large 
should be known as strays and could be 
dealt with accordingly. This is practically 
the solution of the problem reached in Ger- 
many, where in many cities official provision 
has been made to destroy all cats which are 



allowed to trespass on either private or pub- 
lic property. 

On all sides, from all civilized countries, 
in which measures are being taken to pro- 
tect game and insectivorous birds, the evi- 
dence is overwhelming that the cat is the 
worst enemy of bird life. Nehrling goes so 
far as to say : "They do more harm to our 
familiar garden birds than all other enemies 
combined." Says von Berlepsch : "We may 
as well give up protection of birds about 
our homes so long as we tolerate cats out- 
side the buildings." 

Mr. E. H. Forbush, Massachusetts State 
Ornithologist, once shadowed an ordinary 
farm cat for one day and actually observed 
her empty six birds' nests, eating or carry- 
ing home all the young, and in the opera- 
tion catching one or two of the parent birds. 
"The birds," he writes, "were all common 
orchard birds, robins, chipping sparrows, 
bluebirds, and, I think, one song sparrow." 
Mr. Forbush has made this a matter of 
careful observation and study for over 
twenty-five years ; and from this record it 
would seem safe to say that his estimate is 
within the truth, viz., that if the birds hold 
out, a cat, on the average, will get ten old 
ones and forty young in a year. 

Game birds, as well as song and insectivor- 
ous birds, are the recognized property of the 
State, and in Massachusetts the law speci- 
fies a fine of $10 for each bird killed or il- 
legally taken. In many cases this fine does 
not constitute an equivalent for the value of 
the bird's work in a community overbur- 
dened with insect pests. Then where is the 
reason or sense in fining a man ten dollars 
for killing a single bird and in permitting 
him to keep an inconsequent and uncon- 
trolled cat that kills fifty birds a year? 

Moreover, every sportsman can testify 
from personal observation of the damage 
done among our ground-nesting game birds 
•by roaming and half-wild cats. They are 
animals of ineradicably feral instincts, and 
make no return for the ravages they com- 
mit. Even as a pet the cat is unresponsive, 
exhibiting only that type of gratitude so 
well defined as "a livelv sense of favors ex- 

Finally, then, let the sportsmen of this 
country face the cat problem as common 
sense and a due regard for the value of our 
bird life may dictate. If the uncontrolled 
cat is a menace to our birds; if, under the 
guise of a household pet, the community 
harbors the worst sort of a wolf in sheep's 
of clothing, let us deal with the issue straight 
from the shoulder and waste no time about 
it. At any rate, we can make it apparent 
to cat owners that the safety of their pets 
can *be assured only by having them keot 
strictly on their own premises. This will 
give us at least a fair start toward the final 
solution of the problem. 

Ernest Russell, Worcester, Mass. 


Editor Recreation : 

I am going to send you thai photograph 
of Daniel Boone's monument Dial I promised 
you sonic time ago, also a photo of a ptarmi 

gan that is changing from fall if. winter 

style. 1 will also send to yon a couple of 
twists of good old Kentucky tobacco. Wlcn 
you want to forget that yo;i arc- a slave of 
the people and go back to the good old days, 
back off into a corner, get out the old cob, 
put your feet up higher than your head, shut 
your eyes and dream that you are on Lake 
Chelan, on Fish Creek, with a small frog 
trying for that big brook trout that would 
have nothing to do with any of the vanities 
and tinsels of the flymaker's art. No use to 
try_ and coax you out here, as you :., j 
chained and riveted to business. 

I am living on my own place now, and am 
very comfortably fixed. Did intend to build 
a new house this fall, but was unable to do 
so. Expect to put it up in the spring, also 
build a new launch, as my other one is too 
small. I wanted to build a house like yours, 
but when I began to count the logs or trees 
on my place that were fit I found that I could 
not do it. 

Business in the tourist line was slack this 
summer. I had a few parties to take out 
fishing, also a few hunting, and am glad to 
say that they left me well pleased and talk 
of coming back next year. 

Jas. W. Nicol, 
Moore P. O., Lake Chelan, Wash. 


Editor Recreation : 

As I am a lover and observer of nature, 
I wish to call your attention to a mistake 
by John Boyd in his article "Footprints in 
the Snow" in November Recreation, page 
417, in describing the tracks of the cotton- 
tail rabbit. Mr. Boyd's idea seems to be that 
the rabbit "doubles up" and thus overreaches 
and makes the tracks of the hind feet ahead 
of those of the fore feet. This is a mistake. 
The rabbit does not "double up." If Mr. 
Boyd will watch closely he will notice that 
Mr. Cottontail will touch the ground with 
the front feet first, give himself a push up- 
ward and come down on his hind feet con- 
siderably in front of the tracks of the fore 
feet; takes a long jump and comes down on 
his fore feet and repeats the operation. In 
fast running the tracks of the fore feet and 
those of the hind feet are often farther apart 
than the length of the rabbit ; and Mr. Boyd 
can readily see that the rabbit could not over- 
reach such a distance. 

Many of the smaller rodents run very 
similarly, the squirrels and mice being no ex- 
ceptions. The weasel and mink will usually 
make the tracks of the hind feet directly in 
those of the front feet, so that only those of 
the hind feet are visible. 



Can you advise me where I can obtain 
domesticated quail? I have an ideal place 
for a small flock. These beautiful useful 
farmer's friends are almost extinct in this 

Wishing success to Recreation, 

C. J. Stahly, Middleburg, Ind. 


Editor Recreation : 

I enclose you an item that I thought, per- 
haps, would interest your readers — the kill- 
ing of a doe having a horn. 

At this date, November 30, we are re- 
joicing in a heavy snow fall and deer hunt- 
ing is good in the mountains. 

J. S. Nash, Spokane, Wash. 

WARDNER, Idaho, Nov. 29.— A full-grown doe 
deer, with a fully developed prong growing from its 
head was recently killed near Kingston by Thomas 
Holland. The prong is about five inches long and 
grew from the head a short space above its right eye. 
Another peculiar circumstance connected with the 
curiosity is that the prong was in velvet when the 
c*eer was killed. Mr. Holland, while hunting deer 
on the north fork of the Cceur d'Alene River, 
chanced upon a herd of three deer and succeeded in 
killing two. One was a big, five-prong buck and the 
other was the freak doe. Judging from the size of 
the latter it must have been three or four years old. 
Deer slayers in this section say they never before 
saw or heard of a doe deer with a horn. _ Dr. C. R. 
Mowery obtained the head and is having it mounted 
at Spokane. 


There has <been an unusual flight of 
Arctic owls along the Atlantic coast. Dur- 
ing November and the early part of Decem- 
ber reports reached us from Maine, New 
Hampshire, Massachusetts and Long Island 
telling of the abundance of these birds as 
compared with the number seen during or- 
dinary winters. 

This probably means a failure of the food 
supply further north, and we should like to 
hear from our correspondents in Newfound- 
land and Quebec as to their opinions upon 
this subject. What has happened up in the 
Far North to drive such an unusual num- 
ber of Arctic owls south to New England 
and New York State? 


Ernest Ingersoll's book, "An Island in the 
Air," is aptly named and is extremely en- 
joyable because of its peculiar plot. 

The heroes of the stories are such bright, 
real, live people that you feel as though they 
were really human, and not merely a creation 
of the imagination. When one reads of the 

hardships and losses which came to the Man- 
ning family when 'they journeyed, as emi- 
grants, to California, in 1853, one feels a real 
sympathy for all the party and a keen inter- 
est in what the future holds in store for the 
young Manning fellows and their bright, 
womanly sisters. 

How the young people of the party go 
ahead to find a trail for their parents and 
the servants, and how they are overtaken by 
a severe Western storm, the horses fright- 
ened and lost and the wagon almost upset, 
is thrilling enough for any adventure-loving 

To give away just what this island in the 
air is would be to spoil part of the enjoy- 
ment of this most excellent book, and to those 
who want to know how Andy Manning and 
his sisters were lost for a long time from 
their parents, and how they were helped by 
an old Indian named Whalpi, and at last, by 
much planning, joined the rest of the party, 
we would advise reading this interesting vol- 
ume. The book is well illustrated by W. A. 
McCullough. Published by the M'acmillan 
Company; price, $1.50. 


Bereaved, the trees mourn for their children 
leaves ; 
Pale snow-tombs mark the summer flower 

And Boreas and all his monk-wind slaves 
Chant aves the long night through; a white 

moon weaves 
Fantastic shadows, and a wan sky grieves, 
And weeps ghost rain to icy architraves. 
. . . Barbaric clad, the Storm King and 
his braves 
Shrill out: "Adone with truces and re- 
prieves !•" 
Snow-bound, the dryad bides within her 
Dreaming of spring, and all the lure of 
Spun gay with buds. The vikings of the 
Outside, rush forth to battle to the glee 
Of rolling drum, and madding fife; their 
Breaking the spears of woody warriors 


You need not go farther South than 






January I8th, 19th and 20th. 

Four sixteens to qualify. Gor- 
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defeated eights. Gold medal for 
best score in qualifying round. 

MENT, Feb. I4th-i;th. 


Sixth Annual United North 
and South Championship 

April 2nd to 7th. 

Frequent Tennis and Trap 
Shooting Tournaments. 4^35,- 
000-acre Shooting Preserve. 

Dogs, guides and hunting 
wagons at reasonable charges. 

Through Pullman Service via Seaboard Air Line or Southern 
Railway. Only one night out from New York, Boston and 
Cincinnati. An exquisite book, with f ac-similes of water- 
color sketches similar to the above, illustrating the out-of- 
door features of Pinehurst, will be sent on application. 


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A 1) V E R T I S E R 

Canada goose shooting affords the supreme test of a 
shot-gun, for the Canada goose is the strongest and hardiest 
of all our waterfowl and it requires more hard-driven shot 
to stop one of these birds than any other feathered game 
except the swan. 

The fflae/m, 12-gauge is especially adapted to all forms or wild- 
fowl shooting where the gun is exposed to many hardships, yet must 
remain in perfect working order and be able to reach the strong flying 
ducks and geese at long range. It combines the balance and ease in 
handling of the best double guns — with the superior sighting and shoot- 
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The 7/lcar/m has % less parts than any repeating shot-gun made, 
therefore, weighs less and is assembled in half the time. The JTZarfisi 
is the original solid top and side ejector, there is a solid shield of metal 
between you and the cartridge at all times. The empties can't throw 
in your face. The THar/in breechbolt shuts out the rain or snow, 
sand, twigs or leaves. It keeps the shells dry. This is a 77lar/in 
feature. No other gun has it. Accuracy in 77Iar{in repeaters is abso- 
lute; they are always to be depended upon. 

The TZ&zrfi/i 1 2-gauge new model No. 1 9, has two extractors, two- 
piece safety automatic recoil device and other important refinements. If 
you shoot you should know all about THarfin repeaters. Let us send you our 1905 Catalog and our book of 
real " Marlin Experiences." Free for 6 cents postage. 

7%e TTZ ar/in /irearms G>. 30 Willow St., New HaVen, Conn. 

The 77Zar/in Rust Repel - 
ler is the ideal rust preventative. 
Does not gum or drip, not af- 
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No matter how hot the firing. 
Rust Repeller sticks. If your 
dealer does not have it we will 
send you 1 Yz oz. tube for 1 5 

Model No. 19— 12-gauge, 30-inch ful 
choked, regular " D " grade with fine Damas- 
cus barrel. Catalog list price $90.00. 

12-gauge grade "A," 26, 28, 30 or 32-inch barrel; weight 
to 1% lbs. List price $23.25. Less at your dealers. 

Ideal No. 2 

Re & De-capper 

Send three stamps 
for latest catalogue. 

The Phil. B. Bekeart Co 
San Francisco, Cal. 

Aoents for Pacific Coast 


Straight Line Movement. Used as a bench or hand tool. Lever 

"A" folds over so tool may be carried in pocket. Weighs but 

eight ounces. Is strong and powerful. Seats the primers 

easily and positively to the bottom of pocket, which prevents misfires. 

Ejects old primer and seats new one without removing the shell, 

which is handled but once to perform the two operations, enabling the operator to do nearly 

twice the work in a given time. Now ready 25-35, 25-36, 30-30, 30-40 Krag, 30-45 Springfield 

(headless), 32-40, 38-55. Ask your dealers. If they will not serve you send cash to 

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For a Quarter of a Century Putman Boots have been the Standard among Western Hunters, Prospect- 
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Illustration shows No.200,14 inches high. Bellows Tongue, Uppers are* Special 
Chrome Tanned Calf Skin, tanned with the grain of the hide left on, making the lea- 
ther water Proof, black or brown color. Made to measure and delivered for .. .$8.00 

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The Mascot Call 

"Brings in the Ducks" 

Has that rattling, raspy, natural duck sound that "Brings 'Em In. 
Hard rubber throughout, won't check, crack or corrode. — We guar- 
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and climate positively does not affect or money refunded. Easily 
tuned by any amateur and after a few trials you can imitate instantly 
the cry of any duck. The MASCOT CALL is so natural ducks are 
easily decoyed — that means a good day's shoot and a good bag. The 
Mascot is simply perfection. If your dealer or wholesaler cannot 
supply you, write us. Price, only $1 prepaid. Manufactured by the 

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Leading Taxidermist 

451 Seventh Ave., New York 

1WIOUNTING of Moose, Deer, Elk, Caribou 
**■■■ heads, Mammals, Birds and Fish a specialty. 
Send for shipping tags, they insure prompt 
delivery. Game Heads, Rugs and Auto Furs 


Make selection early. Everything moth proof. 


THE AIM OF EVERY GUN owner is to keep his 
gun faultless — the finer the gun the harder he 
tries. If he uses ' 3 in One" the easier he tries. 

' ' 3 I N O N E ' * oils every action part properly, 
cleans out the residue of burnt or smokeless pow- 
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polishes the stock, contains no acid. Write for 
generous sample— free. G.W.COLE COMPANY 
122 Washington Life Bldg. NEW YORK 


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to your favorite sport. 

CANOEING is the one recog- 
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matters, and is official organ of the 
American Canoe Association. 

In CANOEING'S pages the 
prospective canoeist finds expert 
advice on craft and equipment, 
worth many dollars to him when 
purchasing his first outfit. 

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class, but of practically all intelligent sportsmen who go to the woods, the 
plains or the mountains in quest of game. Winchester rifles are made in 
all desirable calibers from .22 to .50 and Winchester shotguns in 10, 12 
and 16 gauge. The fact that we have sold over two million Winchester 
guns is pretty good evidence of their popularity. If you buy some other 
make you may get satisfaction; if you buy Winchester guns and ammu- 
nition you are sure of satisfaction. If you want to feel that confidence 
which gives results, use Winchester guns for all your shooting and 
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Artistic Taxidermy our Specialty 

CATISFACTION guaranteed. All work moth proof. Our Winner 
vJ Sleeping Bag, the best for all conditions of climate and weather, 
light, warm durable and waterproof. Our new and artistic method of 
mounting fish can't be beat. We furnish Elk Lodges with whole 
mounted Elk or Heads or Horns, also Eagles mounted in any stvle foi 
Eagle Lodges. Rattle snake skin belts, hat bands and neckties, the 
latest novelties made to order. We carry a full line of Ladies' Furs, 
also make them up to order. We have our own tannery. Tanning done 
to order. Highest prices paid for raw furs. We also buy the natural 
skulls. Taxidermist supplies, felt linings, artificial eyes, skulls, etc. 


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number of parts in its construction. All 1905 machines are equipped with 
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well knowing that ihe bracing air of woods and fields will 
rejuvenate his system and bring back the ruddy glow or 
health to his cheeks. The tried and proved adjunct for a 
day's outing is a Firearm branded "STEVENS." 
€J Be he hunter or marksman, a novice or experienced, 
one of our 


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$2.25 to $150.00 

•I Our 1 40-page illustrated catalogue will be mailed for 
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the "STEVENS." 

qYour dealer sells the STEVENS. Ask him. If he 
cannot supply your wants, we will ship direct, express 
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HammerlessSporting Rifle 

» For the youthful sportsman — for the "crack 

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An effective, well-made, six-shot repeater that should be on the pun rack of 
every sportsman. Its light weight (6 pounds) makes it especially desirable. 
Its beautifully tapered 20 inch special barrel is made of Savage "Hi-Pressure' 9 
steel, and for all practical hunting ranges will kill as often as the longer 
lengths. Shotgun style stock, fitted with rubber butt plate. 

Special metal-bead front sight and Savage micrometer rear sight. A per- 
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Savage "Feather- Weight" Sporting Rifle is a worthy member of the Savage 
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Do you own one? If you don't, ask your dealer. Also ask him about the 
Savage 22-calibre Hammerless Repeater; and, besides, send to-day for our 
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in the slightest de- 
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of the cleaner is composed of 
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^ and are smaller in diameter than 
the bore of the gun they are in- 
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t^ tSr spring of the wire core holds only one 
/& side of each section against the bore and 

the twist in the wire causes the cleaner 
to follow the twist in the rifle. Thus many projecting ends 
of brass wire are forced into each angle of the entire rifling. 
The implement cleans very rapidly and is exceedingly 

Price, prepaid, 50c. Field cleaner, 75c. Joined brass rod with 
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7 HORSE— 3 PORT— 2 STROKE The Interstate trophy at the Hudson River Car- 

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Learn to Mount Birds and Animals 

Every sportsman should be able to mount and preserve his own fine trophies. The shoot- 
ing' season is now open, and you will secure many fine specimens. Why not mount them for 
your home or den? 

We can Teach You by Mail 

to mount Birds, Animals, Heads, Fishes, Tan Skins, 
Make Rugs, etc. This is a delightful work, easily and 
quickly learned. By taking our mail course during your 
spare time, you can soon mount all kinds of specimens 
true to life. These specimens when mounted are of great 

interest and value. You can double your income by giving taxidermy your spare 
time. The fall and winter months offer abundant leisure time to learn the business. 
TL J £ C L O. 1 L "I have had great success in taxi- 

1 housands or oportsmen are our otudents dermy under your instruction.-- 

0. Bkoxsox, Topeka. Kan. "Have just mounted a fine eagle with complete success." — N. Rogers, 
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Our school is endorsed by all leading sporting magazines, including Rec- 
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only, and guarantee success. We mounted the mammoth collection at the 
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protected by U. S. Government copyright. The editors of this magazine will 
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We want every sportsman, desiring to preserve his own specimens, to en 
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If you are thinking: ot buying an automobile, 
there are a hundred reasons why you should get a 
Cadillac* Don't decide upon a machine until you 
have thoroughly investigated the remarkably 
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it you can select a car to suit any requirements, 
whether a smart runabout at $750, a 40 horse- 
power touring car at $3,750 or one of the 
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We want you — everybody — to compare, 
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of the Cadillac. Then you will appreciate why 
it is the most easily operated, most economically 
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We can offer no greater argument of Cadillac 
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Cadillac Motor Car Company has grown from 
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Reliability is absolutely the first considera- 
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_ Convert your row 

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Rated at 1 h.p. Has shown nearly 2h.p. No valves, gears,springs or cams. 
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or coin. As a premium with these Bulbs we will send 
FREE a big collection of flower seeds— over 200 kinds. 

fflCB Army Auction Bargains 

Revolvers . . . 
Revolver Holsters 
Haversacks . . 
Knapsacks . . . 
Carbines . . . 

$ .50 up Officer's Sword (new) 

. .10 " Side-arm Swords . 

. .10 " Bayonets .... 

. .50 " Carbine Boot . . 

. .80 " Cross Rifles (dozen) 

. 1.05 " " Sabers 

Screw Drivers 
Linen Collars " 
Brass Letters 
Blue Flannel Shirts 
Gunners' Hammers 
Army Spades 

Saddles 1.90 

Saddle Bags (pair) . ..75 

Bridles 65 

Navy Hats .... .10 

Army Campaign Hats 35 

Leggins (pair) 15 

Army Uniforms, consisting of New Helmet, Coat, Trousers, all for $l.Co 

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pads. Automatic Air Cushions. Binds 
and draws the broken parts to- 
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Full Metal Jacketed Knllet weighing 200 
grains witlia velocity of 900 feet per second 
and a penetration of over 6 inches in wood. 

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Weight, 0,2% ounces Length of Barrel, 5 inches Length over all, 8 inches. 

Finish, Full Blued, Checked Walnut Stock. Capacity of Magazine, 7 shots. 





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A magnificent electric- lighted, all Pullman 
train, commencing January 8th, 1906, will 
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New York to Florida 

Leaves New York, 12.25 noon every day 
Arrives St. Augustine, 2.10 P. M. next day 

Two other high -class trains for Pinehurst, 
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Chicago, Union Pacific & North-Western Line 

And the newly opened Salt Lake Route 

Leave Chicago 10.00 p. m. every day in the year. 
Arrive Los Angeles 4.45 p. m. the third day. 


The entire equipment new from the Pullman 
shops, includes all the latest innovations for the 
comfort and convenience of patrons. 

Pullman standard drawing room and tourist 
sleeping cars, mag nificent dining cars, (service 
a la carte); composite observation cars, with 
buffet-smoking apartment and Booklovers Library. 

The train is brilliantly lighted throughout. Individual read- 
ing lamps in every berth and compartment. 

The Best of Everything 

A new and desirable route for tourist travel to southern California. 
Variable route round-trip tickets permit return through the San Joaquin 
Valley or over the Coast Line to San Francisco and east on the 
famous Overland Limited. 

Reservations of sleeping car space are now being made. 

Booklets, maps, schedules and full particulars on applicatioa 
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The Development of the SMITH & WESSON Revolver. 
Watch for the next picture "The 
Buccaneer With His Wheellock.** 

The Man with a Matchlock 

depended little upon his clumsy firearm. He preferred 
a short distance sword he was sure of, to a long dis- 
tance pistol he was not. 

The Man with a Smith & Wesson 

needs no other weapon. Danger is absent where it is 
present. Unfailing in action, unerring in fire— SMITH 
& WESSON users have confidence in their weapon that 
makes their nerves strong, and their minds easy. 

The 38 and 44 single action 5-shot models are made with automatic 
shell extractor and rebounding lock — and embody the finestSMITH 
& WESSON qualities of workmanship and balance. The .44. 6-shot 
is bored for a large variety of ammunition from .32 to .45 caliber for 
fine targetwork, military or hunting purposes. The perfect align- 
ment of cylinder and barrel found only in SMITH & WESSON arms, 
is accomplished and maintained by no other makes. A genuine 
SMITH & WESSON is like no other, either in appearance, or the 
work it does. 

WESSON Revolvers 
have this Monogram 
trade -mark stamped 
on the frame. None 
others are genuine. 

Our new booklet "The Revolver" il- 
lustrates and describes each model 
in detail and gives instructions for 
Target Shooting by an expert. The 
most interesting revolver catalogue 
published. Free on request. 


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sure firing qualities are 
desirable use none but 
the U. S. 


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By Beatrix Dema- 
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By Arthur Symons. 

***An essay on the great 
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Anyone using the Brooks System, no matter iwy* inexperienced he is in the use oS 
tools, can build his own row boat, sail boat, launch or canoe, in his leisure time, at the 
cost of a little lumber and a few nails. All the boats builtlast year, by allthe boatiactories in the United 
States, combined in one fleet, do not equal the boats built during the same time by novices using the Brooks System. 

The Brooks System consists of exact size printed paper patterns of every piece of the boat; 
detailed instructions to build and a complete set of half tone illustrations covering every step of 
the work: an itemized bill of all material required and how to secure it. We tell you how to lay the 
pattern of each part on the proper piece of material— how to cut it out — how to fasten each part in its right place. 

One man built sixteen boats last season— another built ten— the material costs very little— we furnish the pat- 
terns,— they did the work and sold the boats at a big profit. Over six thousand amateurs successfully built boats 
by the Brooks System last year. Fifty per cent, of them built their second boat. You need buy nothing from us 
but the patterns. All kinds and sizes from a small row boat to a 51-foot cruising yacht. 

When so ordered, patterns are expressed, the charges prepaid, c.o.d., allowing examination. Full line of 
Knock Down and Complete Boats. Catalog with full particulars free. For 25c large catalog showing several 
working illustrations of each boat and a full set for one boat; also valuable information for the amateur yachts- 
man; rules for sailing, steering, passing, fog and engine signals, etc. 
DrnnLnDnnt Ykin f#» Originators of the Pattern 
DlOOKS DUal lYlTy. I/O., System of Boat Building, 

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Sportsmen's Clothing 

Sheds Water like a Duck's Back 

Combines the advantage of perfect tailoring with 
perfect protection against rain. Waterproofed by 
a patent process, permitting thorough ventilation. 
Cloth as soft as chamois, yet rain cannot penetrate 
it, whether in driving downpour or dreary all-day 
drizzle. Equally appropriate to fair or rainy 
weather. Fit, finish and waterproof qualities guar- 
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Coat double stitched and lined throughout with 
same material. Reinforced shoulder cap. Patent 
bellows under arm gives extra ventilation, and 
freedom of movement with paddle, rod or gun. 
Pockets everywhere. 

Trousers reinforced from hip to knee. Double seat. 

Give snug breast measure, height, and length of 
arm from center of back. Waist and leg for trousers. 

Iyight, tan or dead grass green. 

Coat, $5 ; trousers, #3 ; hat $1. Express prepaid. 


Neatly tailored coat and skirt. Gives absolute 
protection on any outing trip. Suitable for gun- 
ning, fishing, tramping, boating, climbing. Coat, 
$5.00 ; skirt, $4.00. Express prepaid. Booklet, with 
samples of material and directions for self measure- 
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"This Year it is the Cosmopolitan." 

The romance of H. G. Wells, the humor of W. W. Jacobs, the 
virility of Frederic Remington, the superb reason of W. T. 
Stead — these with a score of notable articles and stories, with 
illustrations in black and in colors — all contribute to your enter= 
tainment, your profit and your pleasure in the January Holiday 
Number of this splendid magazine. 

Sold everywhere, 10c. a copy — $1 a year 
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The posted man never 
takes the just as good Button. 
He insists on the GENUINE 

' Krementz 

He knows the quality is 
stamped on back of button. 
Made in gold and rolled plate. 
Easy to button and unbutton. 
Stays buttoned. If damaged 
in any way, exchange it for a new 
one at any dealer. All jewelers 
and Haberdashers, booklet "story of 

Collar Button " will 
post you. Shows all styles and sizes. Send for it. 


90 Chestnut 


MOST sportsmen are hunters. All 
such follow the seasons and the 
special tastes in taking days or 
weeks of recreation, and our house has 
long been their headquarters for outfitting. 
But the vasT: majority of those who have 
come to regard out of doors as a God- 
given sanitarium, are sportsmen in a newer 
sense of the term. 

To these we offer the tested and proven 
devices which have given greatest protec- 
tion and comfort to the seasoned veteran. 

Catalogue R mailed post- 
paid for the asking. 

Abercrombie & Fitch Go. 

Manufacturers of complete outfits for 
Explorers, Campers and Prospectors 

314-316 Broadway, N.Y., U.S.A. 




Combination Rear Sight 

Patented, July 25, 1905 

The first combina- 
tion folding rear sight 
ever accomplished 
which can be locked 
and reliably, rigidly 
held in exact position 
for shooting. 

Instantly and easily 
locked whenever de- 
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position of rifle. 

Cannot be locked 
except in correct posi- 

When locked can be 
freely carried through 
the woods, without 
risk of knocking out 
of exact position. 

-^No.lA., Price, $3.00 

The Lyman Gun Sight Corporation 

Middlefield, Conn. 

When the Snow Flies 

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the skin just right. A positive relief for chapped Iiamls, 
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box — be sure that you get the genuine. For sale everywhere or 
by mail, 25c* Sample free. Try Mennen's Violet Talcum. 


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HL & R. Single Shot Gun 

Automatic and JV on-E,jecting 

The cheapest absolutely safe gun, with improve- 
ments found heretofore only in the highest priced. 

perfect in Model 



12, 16 and 20 gauge; barrels 28, 30 and 32 inch, plain steel 
and twist. Top snap; center hammer; rebounding lock. 

Your dealer can supply, or we will sell to you direct. 
Write for Catalog. 

Harrington & Richardson Arms Company 


Makers of H. S3L "R. 'Re-dcl-Vers 

Bargains in 

Other Guns 
Taken in Trade 


Send for Catalogue and List 
of Second-Hand Guns 

Just now at close of the season we 
offer anumberof High Grade Guns, 
some a little shopworn at much 
Under Regular Prices. Send 
for this list of 


12, 16 and 20 Bores Trap and very light weights 26, 28 and 30 inch 

WW" Send 6 cents in stamps for catalogue with full illustrations and our list of Second-hands. ■=©& 


W 100 Standard American Make Hammcrlcss ^felt"- 00 $15.00 

Are latest model, top snap, pistol grip, for nitro or black powder— a bargain to anyone wanting a good shoot- 
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R~E C R E A T I O N ' S A D V E R T I S E R 


The Prominent Capitalist. 

Philadelphia, October 18, 1905. 
The Prudential Insurance Co. of America, 
Newark, N. J. 

Gentlemen : When I insured with your Company, in 1900, under a 5% Gold 
Bond policy for $250,000, on the Whole Life FIVE YEAR DIVIDEND plan, paying 
an annual premium thereon of $18,270, I did not give much thought to the dividend. 
A short time ago I received from you an official statement, advising that my 
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1st. A cash dividend.of $13,712.50 ; or, 

2d. A reduction of $2,880 on each of my ensuing five annual premiums. 

I choose the first option. The dividend was wholly satisfactory to me, and 
offers abundant evidence of a wise and conservative administration of your affairs. 

I regard The Prudential as a safe and sound institution. 

Very truly yours, 




The Prudential 

Provides for Early Distribution of Profits. 

This policy appeals strongly to the man who wants 
to protect his family and at the same time realize for 
himself a substantial and early return on the pre- 
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This is done by the apportionment 
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The various options at the end of the five-year 
periods are exceedingly attractive and the experience 
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At the end of each five-year period, as the dividend 
is apportioned, the person insured has the choice of 
Cash, Reduction of Premium for five years, or a Paid- 
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The Premiums are Fixed 
and Never Increase. 

For $ 

Name .Age. . 

Address , 

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State whether Specimen of Whole Life, Limited Pay- 
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Policies Issued on the Whole Life, Limited Payment and 
Endowment plans. Send coupon for free information 
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Incorporated as a Stock Company by the State of New Jersey 

Home Office, Newark, N.J. JOHN F. DRYDEN, Pres. 

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Farthest North 

U.M.C. Cartridges have been 
nearly to the pole on the dog 
sleds of the Arctic Explorers. 

The half-breed buys U.M.C. 
Cartridges at the trading posts 
•of the Hudson Bay Co. 

In the Klondike they sell at a 
big premium. Why ? Because 
they are loaded with only Stan- 
dard powders which the superior 
U.M.C. primers can ignite under 
the most trying conditions. 

In fair weather or foul 


Agency— Z\% Broadway, Depot— 86-88 Fto% St., 

New York City Si 

" I want my money to go 
into real gun value — not 
into mere show-— so I 
shoot Remington Guns. 
They shoot hard and are 
safe. I'm afraid of some 
of these modern, cheap, 
hammerless guns of 
other makes. Rem- 
ingtons are depend- 

Remington Arms Co. 
Ilion, N. Y. 


86-88 First Street 
San Francisco, Cal. 

315 Broadway 
New York C 

The great speed, immense size and exceptionally luxurious appointments of the new 
steamships of the Pacific Mail make it the choice of all experienced travelers to the Orient 

From San Francisco to Hawaii, Japan, China, and the Philippines 
FLaies and Information at any Railroad Ticket Agent or from 

PACIFIC MAIL S.S. CO., San Francisco, CaL 

It. P. SCHWERIX, Vice-President and General Manager 

Chicago New York St. Louis Baltimore Boston 

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Philadelphia Washington Syracuse Hamburg, Germany London, Eng. 

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leave Chicago daily for the Pacific Coast, via the Chicago, Union 
Pacific & North -Western Line, over the only double track railway 
between Chicago and the Missouri River. 

The Overland Limited 

The pioneer fast through electric-lighted train to San Francisco and Portland 
daily. The most luxurious train in the world. Less than three days en route. 

The New Los Angeles Limited 

Electric-lighted, daily through train arriving at Los Angeles afternoon of the third 
day, via the new Salt Lake Route. Entire new equipment. Drawing-Room 
and Tourist Sleeping cars, Composite-Observation cars, Dining cars. 

The California Express 

Daily to San Francisco, Los Angeles and Portland, through without 
change. Pullman Drawing-Room and Tourist Sleeping 
cars. Free Reclining Chair cars. 

The Best of Everything. 

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it was due the old subscribers that we allow the price 
to remain unchanged until we had demonstrated the 
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T HE LARGEST Pointer Kennel in the World is 

Bar Harbor Kennels, 

Bar Harbor, Maine. 

Game plenty. 

H. H. Smith, Brookville, Pa. 

J? OR SALE — Four English Setter Bitches, two are 
partly broken. Highly bred. Prices reasonable. 
For particulars, address 

Milton E. Robertson, Smithville Flats, 

Chenango Co., N. Y. 


EAGLE HOUNDS — Young and mature stock. None 
better. All eligible and bred to hunt. 

"Debonair/'' South End. Gloversville, N. Y. 

\J\ T. IDA KENNELS Blue Blooded Boston Terriers. 
AVJ> 85 Topliff Street, Dorchester, Mass. Puppies, studs 
and brood bitches always on hand. 



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Dog Diseases 


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H. Clay Glover, D. V. S. - 1278 Broadway, N. Y, 


A PARTMENTS, 3 to 7 rooms each ; rooms sin- 

gle and en suite. The Hinman, Apartment 

and European Hotel, Marshall Cooper, Mgr., 

7th and Figuerda, Los Angeles, Cal. Booklet 

mailed free. 


the Exchange and receive from collectors through- 
out the country . Limited membership; at present only 
10 cents. Special membership 25 cents, and large list 
of members names. 

International Souvenir Post-Card Exchange, 

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pOR SALE OR LEASE— Eleven hundred acres of 
wild land; two trout streams, grouse, rabbits, bear 
and deer. Lease for $150 per year. For further informa- 
tion, address Emery, Lock Box 26, 

Kittanning, Pa. 

JUST NOW — Fifteen Hundred buys lovely Summer 
Cottage near good hotel. Growing summer resort, t 
upper Hudson Valley, Adirondacks. Hunting, fishing, 
scenery, location all fine. 

Dr. Morehouse, Wevertown, N. Y. 


pOR SALE OR EXCHANGE— Guns and Sporting 
Goods. Lowest possible prices, new and second- 
hand. Circular Free. State your wants. 

F. D. Sawyer, Gray, Maine. 


pOR SALE — Beautiful Pea Shells, Curios, etc. List 
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column, illustrated family story-paper. Order Early. 

WILL EITHER, OR BOTH, of the two gentlemen n 

who made arrangements with W. F. Euster, of 
Moscow, Idaho, last fall to hunt, communicate with 
Chas. H. Sloane, 4061 Aspen St., Philadelphia, Pa.? 

(CALENDARS of Four Different Photos of Alaska Indian . 
^ Totems — grotesque carvings; also rare Photos of 
Indian Villages, Totems, etc. Sample Calendar or two un- 
mounted Photos, 25c. 

H. B. Herrick, 226 Dexter Avenue, 

Seattle, Wash. 

P REE — -1906 Catalogue. Forty varieties land and water 
•*• fowl. S. A. Hummel, Box 68, 

Freeport, 111. 

XCHANGE Browning Automatic for Disc Phonograph: 

and Records. Must be extra large machine and 

horn. Address Frank Erxleben, 

Leavenworth, Wash. 

T OVELY COTTAGE in Adirondacks for sale, cheap. 
• L * Rare bargain. Hunting, fishing, scenery, location, 
all fine. Dr. Morehouse, Wevertown, N. Y. 

When corresponding with advertisers please mention "Recreation* 



"pOR SALE — Entire Bighorn Sheep Skin for mounting; 

*■ male, 35. Entire Canada Lynx, $10. One pan 
live Snowy Owls, $10. 

Chris. P. Forge, Carman, Manitoba, Canada. 


PRACTICAL TANNING. I have the best recipe in 
* existence for doing a first-class job on any hide, 
and it gives a kid-glove finish. Complete instructions 
and recipe, $3.00. 

Edwin Dixon, Taxidermist, 

Unionville, Ont., Canada. 


w 1 

ers are straight bred and unexcelled for size. We 
I have supplied equipment for many of the finest estates 
xuo fW<> i n America. Our plant is the largest and best 
QyCki m the world. During the past year we sold 
i jsS jS more Homers than all other pigeon breeders 
jClJClJ and importers in America combined. There is 
a reason for this; look around before buying. 
jWe publish a full line of printed matter, covering every 
detail of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, 
j "How to Make Money with Squabs." Visitors welcome 
at our plant and Boston office. Address, f^Wf^pl 

I flS ft$l ftPl ffj ffil Plymouth Rock Squab Co., ^y^f? 
\S^^^S^\*a0S^ 402 Howard Street, Melrose, Mass. 


Just to introduce our Selected Imported Belgian 
i Homers, we will give FREE a complete outfit for breed- 
ing squabs. Send 4 cents in stamps for our special 

offer circular which tells you all. There are no better 
; Homers in America than our birds, and our prices are 
I lower than any other firm. Remember, we are the larg- 
J ;st importers in America. We also have all kinds of 

Pheasants, Swan, Peacocks, Wild and Fancy Waterfowls, 
, Turkeys, White Guineas, Poultry, Collie Dogs, Fancy 

Pigeons and Imported Angora Cats. Write for what 
! jrou want. Cape Cod Squab, Poultry and Game Farm, 

Box G, Wellfleet, Mass. 


T")0 YOU USE RUBBER STAMPS? We make the 
best rubber stamps and stencils in New York. Pro- 
tectograph, the best safety check protector made. Rubber 
Type Alphabets, 5 A fonts, $1.10 postpaid. Send postal 
for circular. 

Abram Aarons, i6>2 University Place, N. Y. 


gKJfiAME. _ Hunting on the Head Waters of the 
Stickine River. I am better prepared than ever to 
furnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 
1905. Moose, caribou, Stone's sheep, goat, black, brown 
and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundred miles 
of Telegraph Creek. Season -opens September 1st. 

References: Andrew J. Stone, J. R. Bradley, T. T. 
Reese. J. Frank Callbreath, Telegraph Creek, B. C. 

Via Wrangle, Alaska. 


(tr *,£. PAID FOR RARE 1853 QUARTERS; $4 paid 
^J'/J for 1804 dimes; $15 paid for 1858 dollars; 

Ijig prices paid for hundreds of other dates; keep all 
money coined before 1879 and send 10 cents at once 
for a set of two coin and stamp value books. It may 
a fortune to you. 

Address C. F. Clarke, Agent, 

Le Roy, N. Y., Dept. 3. 


gUFFALO EORNS, matched pairs, polished and n ' 

ed; also make into showy nail racks; flinl lock 

pistols; Indian relies, aneiciil and modern; NavatO 

blankets; elk tusks; old brass, pewtei and crockery 11 
lustrated lists, 2 cents. N. Carter, Elkhorn, wis. 


Mr. Frank Chick, of Madrid, Maine, writes: 
"I have a lot of 105 acres, practically controlling 
the hunting on two townships, letter E and No. 6. 
I enclose map of Oxford county, showing loca- 
tion. It is the Northwest corner lot of the East 
half of No. 6. Letter E is owned by the Inter- 
national Paper Co. ; No. 6, East half, by the Ber- 
lin Mills Co.; West half by E. S. Coe Estate. 
This lot was not for sale when the balance of 
these towns were sold, and its location makes it 
one of the most desirable hunting locations in 
Maine. Good log camp, two rooms, six double 
bunks, and log hovel for horse. Will sell for 
$800, or rent, $50 for the season. Branch of Sandy 
River runs through this lot. Brook trout plenty. 
Has been closed for five years. Open this sea- 
son. Another branch within three-quarters of a 
mile. Good partridge shooting. Several old or- 
chards near, easy to reach with wagon. Nearest 
inhabitant two miles. The country between this 
lot and the Great Lake and Byron is the best 
breeding ground for deer I know of, and is not 
hunted, as we get all the deer wanted near home. 
When the International Paper Co. begin to cut 
Letter E, the timber on this lot will be worth 
more than I ask for it now. I bought this lot for 
the hunting, but have another nearer home that is 
satisfactory, and so would like to sell or rent this. 




you don't want to make a pack-horse of yourself 
by carrying a heavy plate or film camera. Take 
the celebrated 

Vest- Pocket WATCH CAMERA 

and be happy. 

No larger than an Ingersoll Watch and yet 
a perfect instrument. Takes 25 pictures at one 
loading, each one the size of a postage stamp. 
Uses Eastman Films. So easy a child can handle 
it. Pictures can be enlarged to any size. 

The price of the camera is $2.50; Film spools, 
25 exposures, 20c. each ; View Finder, 50c. 

The Outfit as mentioned will be sent, 
postpaid, to any part of the <J*Q Oil 
U.S. or Canada on receipt of VUiZU 


Dept. B, 436 Manhattan Avenue, New York 

When corresponding with advertisers please mention "Recreation" 

Around Our Camp Fire 

/ leave this rule for others when Pm dead, 
Be always sure you're right — then go ahead. 


Not the Quarry, but the Chase 

The true spirit of modern sport is, to our 
mind, embodied in the foregoing. 

In past ages, when man was a hunter, liv- 
ing by the products of the chase, this view 
of the subject would not be likely to strike 
him. When a fellow is short of a dinner the 
quarry is a highly important portion of the 
landscape, but few of us, excepting in ex- 
tremely, remote places, now hunt to allay the 
pangs of hunger. We have at our command 
the preserved pork that 
'comes from Chicago or 
elsewhere, the delicious 
beans that we owe to the 
labors of the husband- 
man, and the tea which 
has come to us from the 
land of Washee Washee. 
Hence, we are not usu- 
ally dependent upon the 
result of our shots, or 
•casts for our dinner. 
We hunt and fish that 
we may have an excuse 
•for exercising in the open 
air; for training our 
muscles and our eyesight 
in Dame Nature's 
school; and we would 
■fain match our cunning 
against that of the wild 
things of the woods and 

Out of the Groove 

It is absolutely necessary, if a man would 
lead a sane, healthy existence, to get out of 
the groove occasionally — the oftener the bet- 
ter. "The daily round and common task" 
are, no doubt, excellent things in their way, 
but too much of a good thing is apt to be- 
come monotonous, and also unhealthy. It is 
as a break in the sequence of daily events 
that the modern man finds his benefit in 
sport. Too much sport is, perhaps, worse 
than too little. He who lives for shooting 
or fishing alone is throwing away his ex- 
istence; voluntarily relinquishing the advan- 
tages that 'have come to him as- the Son of 
the Ages. A happy medium is the thing to 
strive for. Some work, done faithfully, hon- 


An uncompromising fight for 
the protection, preservation and 
propagation of all game; placing 
a sane limit on the hag that can 
he taken in a day or season; the 
prevention of the shipment or 
transportation of game, except 
in limited quantities, and then 
only when accompanied by the 
party who killed it; the prohi- 
bition of the sale of game. These 
are Recreation's" slogans now 
and forever. 

estly and to the best of our ability; a little 
play with rod or rifle in hand ; a communion 
with Nature wherein our soul may become 
somewhat attuned to the rhythm and mel- 
ody of her voice, and we may rest assured 
that we are getting about all there is to ex- 

The Metric System 

Why is it that the Anglo-Saxon race — in 
many things the most practical in the world 
— persists in ignoring 
the metric system? 

All the great nations 
of the world, with the 
exception of the United 
States and the British 
Empire, have adopted 
this common-sense sys- 
tem. Surely, it cannot 
be very long before we 
fall into line, and get rid 
of the absurdly clumsy 
and antiquated system in 
use at present. 

To us it should be con- 
siderably easier to make 
the change than to our 
cousins across the Atlan- 
tic. The decimal system 
is in use in our coinage, 
while they are handi- 
cap p e d by farthings, 
pence, shillings, pounds. 
The every-day terms of the Metric System 
are as follows : 

Metric Table 

Meaning of Prefixes. 

Milli equals 1-1,000 or o.ooi. 
Centi equals i-ioo or o.oi. 
Deci equals i-io or o.i. 
Deka equals 10. 
Hecto equalsi ioo. 
Kilo equals 1,000. 
Myria equals 10,000. 

Measures of Distance. 

10 millimetres equal 1 centimetre. 

100 centimetres equal 1 metre (39.37 inches). 

1,000 metres equal 1 kilometre (^ of mile). 

Measures of Area. 

100 square metres equal 1 are. 

100 ares equal 1 hectare (2.47 acres). 

100 hectares equal 1 square kilometre. 

Measures of Capacity. 

i cubic decimetre or 1,000 cubic centimetres equal 
i litre (1.0567 quarts). 

1 litre is a little more than a quart for practical 

1 hectolitre equals 100 litres or small barrel. 

1 gram is the weight of a cubic centimetre of 
water or 15.432 grains. 

1,000 milligrams equal one gram. 

1,000 grams equal 1 kilogram (2.2046 or 2 1-5 

1,000 kilograms equal 1 metric ton (2,204.6 

To riflemen this system would seem of par- 
ticular value, as the calibres of rifles may be 
stated much more neatly in millimetres than 
in decimals of an inch. A millimetre is .03937 
of an inch, and continental manufacturers 
designate the bore of the weapon they man- 
ufacture in millimetres. For instance, the 
.236 Navy is equal to six millimetres. The 
.256 Mannlicher is 6 l / 2 millimetres. The .285 
Mauser is 7 millimetres. The .815 Mann- 
licher is 8 millimetres. 
The .354 Mannlicher is 
9 millimetres. 

Powder weights are 
usually given in grams 
and decimals of a gram. 
The gram is equal to 
15.432 grains. The me- 
tre is 3.37 inches longer 
than the yard, and the 

kilogram is equal to 2 1-5 

pounds. One thousand 

kilos are almost equal to 

the long ton, being the 

equivalent of 2204.6 


Sportsmen are usually 

progressive, as is proved 

by the avidity with which 

they seize upon new in- 
ventions in weapons and 

charges, so that we may 

well take the lead in freeing the country 

from the trammels of a system of weights 

and measures that has become obsolete. 

Our Photographic Contest 

Many of our readers have been competi- 
tors in our photographic contest, and they 
will be disappointed in not finding the awards 
in the February issue, seeing that our last 
competition closed at midnight on December 
31, 1905- A short explanation will, however, 
we trust satisfy them that it is through no 
fault of ours. 

Anticipating trouble in getting Recreation 
printed— a trouble which happily, in our case, 
did not materialize— the February issue was 
put to press in the middle of the month of 
December. Only the present and a few of 
the advertising pages were left open. In the 
month of March we shall publish the list of 


Frank Ford a Close Buyer 

Owing to the fact thai mosi Recreation 
readers are far from Broadway, Frank Ford 

has been asked to act as buyer for them 
when they need anything that can be obtained 
better and cheaper in New York City than 
elsewhere. He has consented to assume this 
new responsibility, and will therefore be pre- 
pared to buy anything from a steam shovel 
to a packet of needles, provided money is 
sent with the order. His charge will be 5 
per cent. As most things are fully 25 per 
cent, cheaper in New York than in the West, 
this will mean an important saving to many 
of our friends. 

All letters from subscribers taking advan- 
tage of this offer should be docketed in the 
left-hand upper corner "Purchasing Depart- 
ment," to insure prompt attention. 

You should follow one of two courses in 
order to obtain the best results from Frank 
Ford's services. If you 
have quite made up your 
mind what you want, in- 
struct him to buy such 
and such an article, giv- 
ing full details and mak- 
ing it clear that you wish 
no variation from these 
directions. If, on the 
other hand, you simply 
want a certain article, 
but are not quite sure as 
to just what it should be 
like, direct him •to use 
his judgment, giving as 
full a description as you 
can of your choice and 
make it clear that, as you 
are putting yourself in 
his hands, you are per- 
fectly willing to abide by 
his action in the matter. 

Another Half-Dollar, Please 

On the first advertising page of this issue 
- (the one following the front cover) will be 
found a statement with regard to the price 
of Recreation. Heretofore this magazine 
has been sold at a lower price than any of its 
competitors, although during the past year it 
has cost much more to produce. The recent 
troubles in the printing trade have resulted 
in a large increase of cost to all who use 
types, ink and paper. Consequently it would 
no longer be wise, from a business point of 
view to sell Recreation for ten cents a copy, 
as it would mean a heavy loss on each num- 
ber placed in the hands of its readers, — a loss 
that could be made up with difficulty out of 
the advertising. 

You know what Recreation rias become, 
and you can readily appreciate that it will 
continue to improve in the future. 

You must not look forward to a very long communication from me this 
month. It has been ordained that the only thing that can go on working night 
and day without a holiday is a mortgage, so I am taking a week or two off in the 
South. I shall probably combine business with pleasure. Before leaving, how- 
ever, I have laid out a nice little collection of offerings that it will pay you to 
look over somewhat carefully. 

An unusual number of "Wants" are inserted this month, and if you can 
supply some of them don't lose anytime in writing, lest the other fellow get ahead 
of you. Above all things, if you have a dog that is no earthly good don't send 
him on trial, unless you are anxious to pay return express charges. 

Mr. W. T. Mulford has a setter, 2^ years 
old, that he says knows all there is worth 
knowing about quail, woodcock and grouse. 
The color is black and white. The price is 
$25, which hardly pays for the dog biscuit he 
(the dog) has eaten. 

Mr. W. A. Pike lives in sunny California. 
He went there a good many years ago from 
Dakota, or some of our other northern 
winter resorts, and has acquired a consider- 
able amount of real estate. He offers lots 
25 feet by 125 feet for sale at Pacific Beach, 
for $500 each. N. B. — Purchasers zvill get 
their due proportion of one of the finest 
climates in the world thrown in without 
extra charge. 

Mr. H. A. Preston, one of our Canadian 
subscribers, will sell a large case of mounted 
game birds that he values at $500, for $300. 
Or he will exchange for a 3-karat perfect 

Mr. Van William offers to sell 140 acres 
in Ulster county, New York, for $1,800. He 
states it is eight miles from a city, 3^2 miles 
from a State road, and that the land has a 
fine growth of young white pine. 

The Rev. T. A. Clagett desires a Luger 
Automatic Pistol. What offers? 

Mr. John H. Bartholf, who is an enthusi- 
astic pool player, desires a pool table with 
corner pieces in good condition. The cush- 
ions must be lively. 

Dr. Jas. E. Magee has a fine lot of setter 
puppies for sale. They are by Sir Jim Jef- 
ferson — Miss Roumaine. Prices run from 
$15 to $50. 

Colt is a name to conjure by. Colt led the 
way and the law followed all through the 
West. This reminds me that Mr. Norman M. 
Betts has a 16 shot, 44 Colt rifle, in good sec- 
ond-hand condition, that he will sell for $7. 

Mr. Percy F. Browne is the owner of a 
W. & C. Scott Hammer Gun of good quality, 
12 gauge, Damascus barrels, well engraved, 
pistol grip, that he will sell for $40. 

If you have a Newfoundland pup, six or 
eight months old, you may possibly sell him 
to Mr. H. A. Dresser. 

Are you looking for a good gun? If so, 
here it is, No. 3 L. C. Smith Hammerless, 
barrels 30 in. of four blade Damascus ; stock, 
14x2 s-8; weight, 7 lbs. 6 oz. ; targets, right 
barrel', 200 pellets, left barrel, 250 pellets in 
30 in. circle at 40 yards. Three drs. smoke- 
less powder and I 1 /?, ozs. No. 7 shot. Not 
pitted or rusted. List price, $100. Cash 
price, $50. Please don't asR for any more 
details about this gun. Just send your check 
along. First come, first served. Mention 
Mr. Botz. 

Mr. Covenhaven, an Iowa taxidermist, of- 
fers a case of mounted birds containing 
mallard, woodduck, green and blue wing 
teal, baldpate, pintail, quail, jack snipe and 
ruffed grouse. Will exchange for a good 
revolver, Luger pistol, or will sell for $18 

A Layman Pneumatic Sporting Boat that 
cost $52 may be had for $15. Mr. Thomas 
says that this is just the thing for going 
to some remote lake or river, where an or- 
dinary boat could not be taken excepting at 
vast expense. 

■■ ' ' ' ■ * 

Vol. XXIV 


Number 2 


Ja J!. Lx rv J!. /\ 1 IvJ 

A Monthly Devoted to Everything the Name Implies 


Dan Beard, Editor 



Cover Design . . . . . . ... . Roy Martell Mason 

Field Sports in the Army ...... Robert N. Reeves 



Photographing Prairie Dogs ...... Charles Turpin 



From the Delaware to Alaska ...... Waverley Keeling 



The Expert Trap Shot ....... Ralph Trimble 



In the LardeaU . . . . . . . . . R. J. Warren 



Down the Saskatchewan . . . . . . . F. F. Wood 



The Visitor ......... Stacey E. Baker 



An Idyl of the Tireless Bike . . . . . . Dr. c. E. Cummings 


Trilby ~ . ' W. H. Martyn 


In the Valley of the Puerco D . w . j oh „son 



Hiking over the Mountains j ames e. Sawyers 



My New Brunswick Moose . . . . . • e. R. Baiiou 



The Ruffed Grouse and Its Ways . . . • . l. B. Cooper 



The Mystery of the Blue Goose D an Beard 


The Joys of Camp Life . . . . . . b. w. Keene 


A Pipe Dream ........ Myrtle Conger 



The contents of this magazine are copyrighted and muSt not be reprinted without permission. 

WM. E. ANNIS, Publisher, 23 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York 

— 1 

Copyrighted, JQOS, by Wm. E. Annit 

Entered at the New York Post-office as Second Class Matter 

Mrs. M. C. Griffin offers 136 acres of good 
land, bordering one of the cleanest, prettiest 
lakes in Burnett county, Wis., for $1,500. 
The lake is full of Oswego bass, running up 
to 7 lbs., and there is good trout fishing all 
around. As a shooting centre for deer and 
ducks this property would be hard to beat. 

A St. Bernard puppy, whose parents were 
good-sized dogs, would be considered a fair 
exchange against three five dollar bills by 
Mr. C. H. Dyer. 

Riflemen living on the Pacific Coast should 
read the following: Mr. R. F. Billings will 
sell a Stevens-Pope rifle, double set trigger, 
paiim rest, \vind gauge sights and fancy 
stock, one hundred .32-40 shells, bullet mould, 
tools, lubricating pump, in fact, everything 
complete. The rifle will shoot ten shots in a 
1^2 in. circle at 200 yards. It cost Mr. Bill- 
ings $125. He will accept $75, although the 
weapon is in perfect condition. 

For sale, one 3A Kodak, automatic shutter, 
developing machine and whole outfit in per- 
fect order. $30 cash will be accepted. Men- 
tion J. P. Allen. 

That $300 10-bore Duck Gun bv W. & C. 
Scott, has not been sold yet. Mr. W. W. 
Hart will take $100 cash or a small launch 
in exchange. 

Mr. C. F. Meyers writes to me and says : 
"I should like very much to procure for my 
collection an old-style, long barrel, flint lock, 
Kentucky squirrel rifle." If you have any- 
thing of this sort for sale let me hear about 

A Trout Hatchery has always seemed to 
me a most seductive proposition. All you 
have to do is to encourage a few. well-dis- 
posed trout to lay a good supply of eggs # and 
place them in running water for a certain 
time, when they become little fish, and you 
sell them to some person in dire need of 
them and place the amount to your credit at 
the bank. This is the way it looTcs to an out- 
sider. If you wish to begin life afresh and 
go into this lucrative profession it will pay 
you to correspond with me about a hatchery 
that I have for sale in the state of Michigan. 
It is capable of taking care of f,ooo,ooo eggs. 
There is a good dwelling and about 300,000 
brook trout six inches, and 200,000 rainbow 
trout. It has been intimated to me that 
$7,500 cash will be considered. I should like 
to go into details with you. Mention Mr. L. 

Now that the shooting season is over, Mr. 
A. F. Crawford will sell a Winchester Brush 
Gun and a .38-. 55 Take Down Pistol grip 
Marlin. The gun lists at $27 and he will 
take $16. Rifle listed at $36 and he will ac- 
cept $22. This looks like an investment that 
would yield compound interest next fall. 

A Dollar Saved is Two Dollars Earned 

Frank Ford can Save you Money if you will 
Permit Him to do your Buying in New York City 

Prices of most things are very much lower in New York than in the South 
and West. Express rates are reasonable all over the United States and Canada, 
so there is no reason why you should not buy many things in New York that 
you are now paying exorbitant prices for elsewhere. 

All you have to do is to send in your check with your order, and give as full 
a description as you can of the article you need. 

You run absolutely no risk, as Frank Ford has members on his staff who are 
quite capable of buying any article to the best advantage. He will secure for you 
the lowest possible cash price, merely adding his commission of five per cent, for 
looking after your interests. 

You, of course, will have to pay express or freight. 

When writing, mark the upper left-hand corner of your envelope "Purchas- 
ing Department." 

FRANK FORD, Information Dept, Recreation, 23 Weft 24th Street, N. Y. 



VV / ,'.U\V\ 


Take a Trip to the Tropics 

On one of the perfectly equipped "Ad- 
mirals," the Twin Screw U. S. Mail 
Steamships of the 

United Fruit 

They afford the most delightful salt 
water trip of the winter months. Within 
24 hours after leaving, you are in the 
warm airs of the Gulf Stream. Hotel 
accommodations in Jamaica satisfy 
every desire. 

Weekly Sailings from Boston and 
Philadelphia. Steamships "Brook- 
line " and " Barnstable " weekly 
from Baltimore. 

ROUND TRIP, $75.00 
ONE WAY, $40.00 

according to location. 

Rates include Meals and Stateroom Berth 

"A Happy Month in Jamaica" 

is a fascinating booklet we send on re- 
quest. For this and complete informa- 
tion, write to one of these addresses. 


Long Wharf, Boston 

5 N. Wharves, Philadelphia 
104 E. Pratt St., Baltimore 
321 St. Charles St., New 

Orleans, or 
Raymond & Whitcomb Co. 
Thos. Cook & Sons 
Tourist Agents 

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When corresponding with advertisers please mention "Recreation' 


There is no reason why you cannot own as good a 
boat as the best boat factories can produce if you will 
use your leisure time to advantage and build it yourself. 

The fact that anyone using the Brooks System, no mat- 
ter how inexperienced he is in the use of tools, can 
build his own boat at the cost of -a little lumber and a 
few nails, has brought boats within the reach of all. 

All the boats built last year, by all the boat factories 
in the United States, combined in one fleet, would not 
equal the number of boats built during the same time by 
novices vising the Brooks System. Our catalogue gives 
pages of testimonials with photographs of the boats built 
by amateurs using the Brooks System. 

The Brooks System consists of exact size printed 
paper patterns of every piece that goes into the boat, 
a complete set of half-tone illustrations showing an 
actual picture of each step of the work properly done, 
detailed instructions to build, covering the entire con- 
struction of the boat, and an itemized bill of all ma- 
terial required and how to secure it. 

We tell you how to lay the pattern of each particular 
part on the proper piece of material and exactly how 
to cut — you cut. We then tell you how to fasten each 
part in its right place — what kind of a nail to use — 
how to drive it — you drive it. 

You need no mechanical ability, the Brooks System 
supplies this — how is shown in the catalogue. 

Many professional men are taking up the Brooks 
System for mental relaxation — for the pleasure of work- 
ing with their hands and for exercise. 

BEOOKS BOAT MFG. CO., 502 Ship St., Bay City, Mich., U.S.A 


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They get 

up in 



to eat 



the Toffee King 



yet is as "more-ish" as jam-tarts. 


originated in Yorkshire, England, where its immense fac- 
tories supply the world, is without doubt the purest and 
best candy made. 

Whatever you are, whether tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, 
rich manor poor man, eat MACKINTOSH'S TOFFEE; it 
will make you feel happy and do you good. 

Sold everywhere candy is sold, or you can send Ten Cents 
for the regular ten-cent package. 

JOHN MACKINTOSH, Dept. 15, 78 Hudson St., New York 


Taxidermists and Furriers 


a A" 1632-34 Champa St., Denver, Colo. 

Artistic Taxidermy our Specialty 

CATISFACTION guaranteed. All work moth proof. Our Winner 
^ Sleeping Bag, the best for all conditions of climate and weather, 
light, warm, durable and waterproof. Our new and artistic method of 
mounting fish can't be beat. We furnish Elk Lodges with whole 
mounted Elk or Heads or Horns, also Eagles mounted in any stvle foi 
Eagle Lodges. Rattle snake skin belts, hat bands and necKties, the 
latest novelties made to order. We carry a full line of Ladies' Furs, 
also make them up to order. We have our own tannery. Tanning done 
to order. Highest prices paid for raw furs. We also buy the natural 
skulls. Taxidermist supplies, felt linings, artificial eves, skulls, etc 

WHen corresponding with advertisers please mention "Recreation' 




The B rooks Sv?TKM 



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We have started hundreds in the boatbuilding business. 
One man built sixteen boats from one set of patterns 
last season; another built ten; the materials cost very 
little; we furnish the design; they did the work and 
sold the boats at a big profit. 

You need buy nothing from us but the patterns. We 
have them of all kinds and sizes, from small rowboats 
and canoes to sea-going yachts. We have over 50 styles 
and sizes of boats and boat patterns, each one perfect in 
design for its purpose. Our catalogue illustrates the prod- 
uct of the best staff of designers in the world. 

Over ten thousand amateurs throughout the world 
successfully built boats by the Brooks System in 1905. 

When so ordered, patterns are expressed, charges pre- 
paid, C. O. D., allowing examination. 

complete from keel to cushions and fittings. We send 
you a complete Knock Down Boat, even to the paint, 
at a cost of very little more than the cost of the raw 

Catalogue with full particulars free. For 25c. 100- 
page catalogue, showing several working illustrations taken 
from the instructions of each boat and a full set for 
one boat; also valuable information for the amateur 
yachtsman, rules for sailing, steering, passing, fog and 
engine signals, etc. 


Originators of the Pattern System of Boat Building 

502 Ship Street Bay City, Mich., U. S. A. 


Em t0 P a y tlie ( ' os ^ °f Packing and postage. You will receive 
/nij this (Irand Collection of Beautiful Flowers, and our Mew 
■ 11* Seed List, the only liberal offer ever made, and a Coupon 
Check that will give you one of the finest Farm Papers published, 
by sending for this grand offer: 

25 Packages Seed 

1 pkt. Snowball Aster. 
1 pkt.ApjpleBloe.Balsam 

1 pkt. Mixed Portulaca. 
1 pkt. Mixed Sweet Pea. 
1 pkt. Sweet Mignonette 
1 pkt. Sweet Alyssum. 
1 pkt. Sweet William. 
1 pkt. Mixed Poppy. 
1 pkt. Mixed Candytuft. 
1 pkt. Mixed Larkspur. 
1 pkt. Mixed Pansy, 
lpkt. Mixed Nasturtium 

1 pkt. Morning Olory. 
1 pkt. Mixed Calliopsis. 
1 pkt. Mixed Calendula. 
1 pkt. Mixed Nigelia. 
1 pkt. Mixed Phlox. 
1 pkt. Sunflower. 
1 pkt. Sweet Pocket. 
1 pkt. Carnation Pink. 
1 pkt. Mixed Four o'Clk. 
1 pkt. Mixed Marigold. 
1 pkt. Mixed Petunia. 
1 pkt. Mixed Zinnia. 
1 pkt. Mixed Verbenia. 

Si» Bulb*, a Beautiful Collection, sent with this order, in- 
cluding Hyacinths, Tulips, Crocus, Tuberoses, Gladiolus, Cala- 
dium, Oxalis, if you will send at once 25 cents in silver or stamps. 


Highest Award at St. Louis World's Fair. Adopted by governments 
of United States, Canada and England. We supplied every U. S. 
Alaskan boundary survey in last 10 years. Hundreds of testimonials 
from government officials, navy commanders, army officers, prospec- 
tors, explorers and others ; the best ever published. 15 models to 
select from. Catalog free. Write to-day. 



The Mascot Call 

"Brings in the Ducks" 

Has that rattling, raspy, natural duck sound that "Brings 'Em In." 
Hard rubber throughout, won't check, crack or corrode. — We guar- 
antee the MASCOT DUCK CALL to be the only one made that Water 
and climate positively does not affect or money refunded. Easily 
tuned by any amateur and after a few trials you can imitate instantly 
the cry of any duck. The MASCOT CALL is so natural ducks are 
easily decoyed — that means a good day's shoot and a good bag. The 
Mascot is simply perfection. If your dealer or wholesaler cannot 
supply you, write us. Price, only $1 prepaid. Manufactured by the 

Multi-Novelty Company, 16 California Terrace, Chicago 

Motor Boats, Row Boats, 
Hunting and Fishing Boats 

Mullins Steel Boats 

built of steel with air chambers in each end 
like a life boat. Faster, more buoyant, 
practically indestructible, don'tleak, dry 
out and are absolutely safe. They can't 
sink. No calking, no bailing, no trouble. 
Every boat is guaranteed. Highly en- 
dorsed by sportsmen. The ideal boat for 
pleasure, summer resorts, parks, etc. write tor . Catalogue. 

The W. H. Mulling Company, 320 Franklin St., Salem, Ohio 

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Nux Vomica Acetani'id, Bicarbonate of Soda, 
Podopkyllin (Mandrake), Iris Versicolor (Blue 
Flag), and Caffeine, perfectly Balanced in a 
5-grain powder, to secure 


Oran^eme was successfully thought out fourteen 
years ago by Dr. P. A. Aikman, Medical Director 
Monroe Sanitarium, Windsor, Ontario, to avoid the 
evils of narcotics, pain allayers, sedatives, and un- 
balanced coal tar products, so commonly used and 
prescribed by physicians. 

Fourteen years tesV Millions of powders prove 
the prompt, always beneficial, restorative power of 
DYSPEPSIA, BRAIN FAG, and a host of Common 
Ills, with Normally Stimulative Effect. Every physi- 
cian, layman and drugfgrist who thoroughly knows 
Orangeine attests these facts for 

" The Most Humanly Useful of 
All Prescriptions." 


Normally stimulates Heart Action, Perfectly 
regulates Nerves, Stomach, Liver, Accurately 
Adjusts the Nervous System. 

Prevents Sickness! 
Secures Good Health! 

The action of Orandeine on Chronic Condi- 
tions is gradual but thorough. 

By Better Assimilation of Nourishment— thus 
Better Blood. 

Perfect Regulation — thus thorough Elimina- 
tion of Waste Matter. 

Orangeine acts quickly, evenly, normally on 

Colds Indigestion 

"Grip*' Dyspepsia 

Headache Nervousness 
Neuralgia Brain Fag 
Offsets Chill, Exposure, Overwork 

Orangeine is sold try all progressive druggists, in 10c pkg. (2 powders) , 25c pkg. (6 powders) , 50c pkg. (15 powders) ' 

$1.00 pkg. (35 powders), or mailed on receipt of price. We are glad to send 25c pkg. free, with full 

information and illustrative experience, on receipt of request. Write us today. 

Orangeine Chemical Company, 15 Michigan Ave,, Chicago 


I doesn't allow rust on his gun — 
[neither does"3-in-one." Heavy 
oils and greases cannot prevent 
rust because they simply coat 
[the surface and dry out. 

Lsinks into the pores of 

L,the metal, forming a 

Jdelicate, imperceptible 

^ //i WM^'"-\PMBSh^ vetC0!lX tnat P re " 

idWW^^!H^ ehts rust or 
l4*-l^§^''i^^5Ltarnish on 

J^M£$^5£ he barre1 ^ 

tGe^^Sii^^S^bore, at 
janyand every actiorrslj&D o i n t . 
(Lubricates the maga^w zine, 
(triggers, etc. Our booklet tells 
] — a sample proves — both free. 


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Martha Washington Collection 


of Aster, Balsam, Pansy, Sweet 
Pea, Salvia, Verbena, Petunia, 
Pink, Phlox Myosotis. Cosmos, 
Nasturtium, Heliothrope, Mig- 
nonette, Cypress Vine, with the 
following Bulbs FREE : 1 Dewey 
Lily (as above), 1 Begonia, 1 
Freesias, 1 Tuberose, 1 Gladiolus. 

All of the above sent, post- 
paid, for lO cents in coin or 
stamps. Order early. Avoid 
the rush. 

Valley Seed Co., Medford, Mass. 

What You Get For 50 Cts, 

1 large package Beet 

1 large package Squash 

Carrot 1 " Onion 

Cucumber 1 " " Cabbage 

Lettuce 1 " " Pumpkin 

Parsnip 1 " " Pepper 

Melon 1 " Tomato 

Turnip 1 pint King's Wonder Early Peas 

Parsley 1 " American Wax Beans 

Kadish 1 " Holmes' Early Sweet Corn 

What you need for your table all summer. Get your vegetables 
fresh out of the garden every day, and know what you are eat- 
ing This entire collection of seeds, best in the world, only 50c. 
Send your orders early and get your seeds on time to plant. 

•IKE Army Auction ^Bargains 

Revolvers ... $ .50 up 
Revolver Holsters . .10 
Haversacks ... .10 
Knapsacks ... .50 
Carbines .... .80 
Muskets .... 1.65 
Saddles . . , , . 1-90 
Saddle Bags (pair) . ..75 

Officer's Sword (new) 
Side-arm Swords . 
Bayonets .... 
Carbine Boot . . 
Cross Rifles (dozen) 

" Sabers 
Screw Drivers '' 
Linen Collars 
Brass Letters 
Blue Flannel Shirts 
Gunners' Hammers 
Army Spades 













Bridles 05 

Navy Hats .... .10 
Army Campaign Hats . . . . -35 

ArmTuniforms, consi'sti'ng'of New Helmet, Coat, Trousers all for $1.03 

170-page Large Illustrated Catalog mailed (stamps) l_c 

FRANCIS BANNERMAN, 501 Broadway, New York 

Largest Stock in the tvorld Government Auction Goods. 15 acres storage 
" — o 3 4 acres Broadway salesroom. 

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The Man with a Wheel=Lock 

never knew whether it would fire, or simply flash in the 
pan. It was quicker than the Matchlock, but not so 
dependable. » 

The Man with a SMITH & WESSON 

knows he can depend on it. He knows it will shoot in- 
stantly, unerringly, and be effective at a greater distance 
than the ordinary weapon will carry. This immense advan- 
tage is sold to you with every SMITH & WESSON revolver. 

The. 32 and .38 5 shot — .44 6 shots — double action SMITH 
& WESSON revolvers — combine every quality of per- 
fection — and are known, used and depended upon the 
world over.. They give high penetration and because 
of their mechanical excellence — and the perfect alignment 
of cylinder and barrel — are unusually accurate. These 
models are made with automatic shell extractors. 


WESSON revolvers 
have this Monogram 
trade-mark stamped 
on the frame. None 
others are' genuine. 

Our new booklet "The Revolver" 
illustrates and describes each 
model in detail and gives instruc- 
tions for Target Shooting by an 
expert. The most interesting re- 
volver catalog published. Free 
on request. 

The Development of the SMITH & WESSON Revolver. 

Watch for next month's Picture " The Man With a Flint Lock." 


15 Stockbridge Street Springfield, Mass. 

Pacific Coast Branch — 114 Second St., San Francisco 





if so our line of waterproof 
Boots and Shoes will in- 
terest you. 

Made of Moose Calf, 
to measure. 

G\ia^ra.f\teed to 
give satisfaction. 

Our noiseless hunting 
boot beats anything made. 

Our Orthopedic Cush- 
ion sole is comfort to 
tender feet. 

Send for Catalog. 

Agents wanted 
in every town. 



No. I West :{rd St., Jamestown, N. Y., U. S. A. 


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The posted man never 
takes the just as good Button. 
He insists on the GENUINE 

44 Krementz 

He knows the quality is 
stamped on back of button. 
Made in gold and rolled plate. 
Easy to button and unbutton. 
Stays buttoned. If damaged 
in any way, exchange it for a new 
one at any dealer. All jewelers 
and Haberdashers, booklet "story of 

Collar Button " will 
post you. Shows all styles and sizes. Send for it. 



90 Chestnut 



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in th( 

win tne 


at th< 



Hunter Arms Co., Fulton, N. Y. 

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and convince yourself that it is not one of the rank and file 
of the "went-off-by-accident" kind. "The proof of the pud- 
ding is in the eating" ; the proof in this case is in the trying. 

Iver Johnson 


AUTOMATIC ^^ ™ \J%m »6l\ 

cannot be discharged unless you pull 
the trigger. It is so con- 
structed that the hammer cannot 
possibly come in contact with the 
firing-pin unless the trigger is pulled all the way back — true of no other revolver. 

Our Free Booklet, «' Shots," tells the *« Why "—tells you why it's safe, why it's accurate 
and why it's reliable — gladly sent on request, together with our handsome catalogue. 

For sale by all leading Hardware and Sporting Goods dealers. 

Hammer, $5.00 Hammerless, $6.00 

Look for our name on the barrel and the owl's head on the grip. 


144 River Street, Fitchburg, Mass. 

New York Office: Pacific Coast Branch ; European Office: 

99 Chambers St. 114 Second St., San Francisco, Cal. Pickhuben 4, Hamburg, Germany. 

is to write for our catalog describing 

and all other makes of Guns and Sporting Goods 


302-304 Broadway NEW YORK CITY 

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The Treason of the Senate 

By David Graham Phillips, in the 


If you believe that there are many members of the United 
States Senate who are unfit to represent the people, because 
of their affiliation with the vicious plutocratic power oj 
the country, you will be intensely interested in David 
Graham Phillips' tremendously vivid series of articles il 
the Cosmopolitan Magazine. 

Scourging the recreant Senators with a sharp lash o: 
damnatory facts, Mr. Phillips will reveal a condition o: 
affairs at which the average American will stand aghast. 

The terrible story of "The Treason of the Senate' ii 
bound to enchain and compel public interest to such ar 
extent that the demand for the Cosmopolitan will b( 
unprecedented. It therefore behooves the reading public 
to order the Cosmopolitan very early this month. 

The "January edition of over 400,000 copies was exhausted within ten day. 

after publication and no more copies could be had. Next moitth 
the demand will be still greater. Better send a year s subscription NOW 

1 C\ cents $ 1 a 1 

\J a copy year 



■ in 1 

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A D V E R T I S E R 

King> Folding 
Canvas Boats 

Tempered light steel ribs running both 
longitudinally and diagonally for strength 
and lightness — the entire boat solid and stiff 
when in use, yet collapsible and portable in 
a minute — that, briefly, is the King, the 
only boat in the world that you can 

Fold Up Info a Package 

It's a revelation in boat construction. Nothing 
like it ever made. Non-sinkable. Can't tip 
over. Puncture-proof. Wears longer 
than a wooden boat. No repairs; no 
cost for storage. Always ready — you 
can boat when and where you want to. 
Carried by hand, on bicycle or in a 
buggy. A simply wonderful 
boat. Used by U. S. Navy. 

We make them in all styles 
and sizes for hunting, fishing, 
family use, etc. 

Our catalogue, Bent free to adults, will post 
you— 100 engravings— 400 testimonials. When you 
write tell us where you usually go for your out- 
ing and receive valuable information. 

King Folding Canvas Boat Co. ^ 
It 668 West North St., Kalamazoo, Mich* 

When the Snow Flies 

arul biting, frosty air roughens the skin, use Mermen's — it keeps 
thi ikin Just right. A positive relief fur chapped hands, 
chilling and :sll Mkin troubles. Mer.nen's f«i< e on every 
box — be Bure that you get the genuine. For s.Ue everywhere or 
by mail, 25c. Samp]': free. Try Menneri s Violet Talcum. 






Calibre .32 

T 1 

'HIS revolver is 
positively locked 
against accidental dis- 
charge. The perfect 
arm for the pocket or 
the home. €£ Is reli- 
able, accurate and is 
backed by the Colt guar- 
antee, for over fifty years 
the Firearms Standard of 
the world. 

^ Catalogue "Positive" De- 
scribes this and all other mod- 
els. Mailed free on request. 

Colt's Patent Firearms 
Mfg. Co. 

Hartford, Conn. 

London Office, 15- A, Pall Mall, London, S. W. 

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A realistic and brilliant picture of New York journalistic life, written 
from the inside. A novel that will be talked about 


VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD'S emotional and beautiful story 


John Regnault Ellyson'S "THE WOLF-PRINCE" 

Stephen Chalmers's "THE FACE" 


and other stories by 
Zona Gale, William C. de Mille, Mabel Herbert Urner, W. Carey Wonderly 



discusses with unusual cleverness the scandal-mongers of society. 


ALGERNON TASSIN, and others are of the highest standard. 



reproduced by a method new in magazine literature, is ALONE WORTH THE PRICE OF THE MAGAZINE 

Price 25 Cents Annual Subscription $2.50 

THE SMART SET, 452 Fifth Avenue, New York 

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It is Haimmerless 

With the -Little Savage Hammerless Repeater, accidents are averted, be 
cause there is no outside interference with a projecting or exposed 
hammer. The Savage Safety Device is positive and sure in its 
action. It is the only repeating rifle that successfully shoots 22- 
caliber long-rifle cartridges. The Box Magazine System makes 
this rifle practically always loaded. An exclusive Savage feature. 
Handsome Savage Indian Watch Fob sent on receipt of 15c. 









" No savage beast would dare to trifle 
With a man who shoots a Savage Rifle.* 

Little Savage 22- caliber Hammerless Repeater, - - $12.00 
Savage- Junior 22-caliber Single-shot Rifle, ... 4.00 

The " Junior " is the only single-shot rifle of its kind that ejects the shell and *hrows it five or six feet to one side. 
If your dealer won't accommodate you, we will. Either rifle delivered, charges prepaid, upon receipt of price. Try your 
dealer first, but send to-day for catalogue. 

SAVAGE ARMS CO., 591 Turner St., UticaL, N. Y., U. S. A. 



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Leading Taxidermist 

451 Seventh Ave., New York 

MOUNTING of Moose, Deer, Elk, Caribou 

heads, Mammals, Birds and Fish a specialty. 

Send for shipping tags, they insure prompt 

delivery. Game Heads, Rugs and Auto Furs 


Make selection early. Everything moth proof. 


Combination Rear Sight 

Patented, July 25, 1905 

The first combina- 
tion folding rear sight 
ever accomplished 
which can be locked 
and reliably, rigidly 
held in exact position 
for shooting. 

Instantly and easily 
locked whenever de- 
sired, regardless of 
position of rifle. 

Cannot be locked 
except in correct posi- 

When locked can be 
freely carried through 
the woods, without 
risk of knocking out 
of exact position. 

-^No.lA., Price, $3M 

The Lyman Gun Sight Corporation 

Middlefield, Conn. Q 

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How to Grow Tall 

A Startling Discovery that will Revolution- 
ize the Physical Condition of Mankind 

Why Remain Short and Stunted when You 
may Learn Free how to Grow Tall ? 

No Matter How Short You Are or What 
your Age, you can Increase your Height 

No new discovery has attracted more attention in the 
scientific world than that made by K. Leo Minges, of 
Rochester, N. Y. Mr. Minges is to short men and 
women what the great wizard, Edison, is to electric- 
ity. He has gathered more information relative to 
bone, muscle and sinew than any one else in existence. 
Making people grow tall has been a hobby with Mr. 
Minges for years, and the results he has accomplished 
are startling to a high degree. By his method every 
man or woman not over fifty years of age can be 
made to grow from two to five inches in height, and 
any one older than that may increase his height per- 
ceptibly. His method has the indorsement of leading 
physicians, and several prominent educational institu- 
tions have adopted it for the better physical development 
of their pupils. If you would like to increase your 
height, you should read the book which tells how this 
remarkable discovery was made, and shows you how to 
grow tall. It is free. You are not asked to spend a 
single cent, and if you desire it, we will send you the 
statements of hundreds who have grown from two to 
five inches in height by following this method. The re- 
sults are quickly accomplished. Many have grown as 
much as three inches in two months. There is no in- 
convenience, no drugs or medicines, no operation. Merely 
the application of a scientific principle in a perfectly 
hygienic and harmless way. Your most intimate friends 
need not know what you are doing. All communications 
will be sent in plain envelopes. The book, "How To 
Grow Tall," contains illustrations that will interest and 
instruct any one. One thousand of these books will 
be given away absolutely free, postage prepaid, while 
the present edition lasts. If you want to grow tall, 
write to-day, in strictest confidence, for a free copy. 
Address The Cartilage Co., 140 E, Unity Building, 
Rochester, N. Y., U. S. A. 

Motors & Motor Boats. 



' . 

\M 1 

Reliability first, always. Beauty, 
Safety, Comfort ; — 

You get them all in a Fay & 
Bowen outfit. 

Send for free catalogue 
of Reliable motors and 
perfectly built boats. 

Fay & Bowen Engine Co. 

74 Lake St., Geneva, N. Y., U. S. A. 

On Feb. ist we move to our 
new location No. 


57 Reade Street 

one door from Broadway 


Manufacturers of complete outfits for 
Explorers, Campers and Prospectors 

314-316 Broadway, N.Y., U.S.A. 

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YOU like the uniformity of flavor in youf 
favorite brand of cigars — how about 
your cocktails? 

Are you going to accept any chance mix- 
er's decoction, or order CLUB COCK- 
TAILS? Their excellence has been 
attained through scientific blending and 
subsequent ageing to perfection. There 
is but one perfect brand — CLUB. 
Specify CLUB for your own satisfaction. 

Seven kinds— Manhattan, Martini, Vermouth, 
Whiskey, Holland Gin, Tom Gin and York. 

G. F. HEUBLEIN & BRO., Sole Proprietors 

Hartford New York London 


Motor Dories, Speed Boats, Sporting Dories, Rowing 
Skiffs, etc. Famous as the Best Built, Safest and Most 
Seaworthy Boats for all waters. Largest carrying 
capacity in proportion to size. Write for catalog *6» 

ATLANTIC CO,, Amesbury, Mass. 

40 BULBS, 25 Cents. 

For In or out of doors growing Gloxinia, Begonia, Iris, 
Sell la, Tuberoses, Jonquils, Daffodils, Oxalis, Freesia, 
Tulips, Hyacinths, Crocus, Japan Lily, Snowdrops, 
Narcissus, Allium, Chionodoxa, Paconia. For 3i>c, 
Stamps or coin, we will send (his magnificent collection 
of bulbs, and also as a premium a line (TK?CC 
collection of flower seeds, 250 varieties, ■ i\ dn 
Order to-day, and be sure I o getthem in time for planting. 


Steel Fishing Rods 


Where the "BRISTOL" 
Ste, 1 Rod Is Supreme. 

They give just enough when the 
fish strikes, the delicate spring of 
the Rod hooking him instantly and 

They take up the slack line 
promptly, thus preventing the fish 
from shal in \ loose when he rushes toward the fisherman. 
What the ' BRISTOL" Rod is to the ordinary wood 
rod, our Combination Reel and Handle is to the or- 
dinary reel. The reel is placed in the center of the 
handle, forming a part of same, securing a perfect 
balance of the whole. 

These are only two of the desirable features of the 
" BRISTOL " Steel Fishing Rods. Send for our 
beautiful Catalogue telling more. It's free. 
Our Rods are the original Steel Fishing Rods. We 
have been making them for over 1 5 years. Look for 
our name and trade-mark "BRISTOL" on every 
reel seat. They are absolutely guaranteed to be free 
from defects in material or workmanship. 

THE HORTON MFG. CO. 2 Vius™ ?™ T 

A CALENDAR is an absolute necessity in every home nd office. "Why 
not have a beautiful one? Send 10 cents to-day in silver lor our 
handsomely colored calendar for 1906. 

5 Bulbs. 

Asters, Balsam, Canna, Calliopsis, 
Nasturtium, Larkspur, Jobs Tears, 
Morning Glory, Poppy, Cosmos, 
Snapdragons, Golden Glow, Pink, 
Zinnia, Verbenia, Pansy, Monkey 
Plant, Sweet Pocket, Candytuft, 
Primrose, Castor Oil Beans, Sweet 
Peas, Portulaca,Petunia,lce Plant. 


The Summer Hyacinth, Gladiolus, 
Humming Bird, Giant Tuberose, 
GOlden Lily, Baby Breath, Oxalis, 
all this beautiful collection of seeds 
and bulbs only 10c. in silver or 
5 2-c. stamps to pay the cost for 
packing and postage. Order quick 
and be sure of this grand offer — 
only lO conls. 

Charlestown Nursery, Charlestowiv. Mass. 

H. P. 



Engine and Engine Fittings $37.50 
For your Row Boat, Sail Boat or launch 
No cranks to start — No cams, valves, gears, springs 
or sprockets. All working parts in full view. We 
build all sizes of Boat Engines. 



The fastest boat of ltB size and power built. Length 22 feet— 6 
and 10 H. P.— speed, 11-14 miles an hour-fast -safe — noiseless. 

Mullins Steel Boats 

are the fastest boats built— the safest boats built — the most durable boats built 
— the most elegant in design, finish and ease of operation — they are "noise- 
less" and lib mo I u tely sore— They can't sink. 

Write Today for Our Free Catalogue of 

Motor Boats, Row Boats, Hunting: and Fishing Boats, 

which illustrates and describes our complete line of craft. 

The W. H. Mullins Co., 320 Franklin St. Salem, O. 

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12, 1 6 and 20 bores 
Trap and Light Weights 

Other Guns 
Taken in Trade 


K^ Send 6 cents in stamps for catalogue with full illustrations and our list of Second-hands. ~& 

Send for circulars-Of Finest Quality— For Duck Shooting— Perfect Protection from Cold. 

• Read & Sons, 107 Washington St., Boston, Mass. 


THHIS illustration shows the double thick nitro 
breech and narrow skeleton rib of an ITHACA 
No. 7 feoo list gun. €J This feature, together 
with the reinforced frame, reinforced stock and 
double bolt, makes the ITHACA the strongest and 
safest gun for Nitro powder. €J We build every- 
thing from a featherweight $ 3 /( pound 20 gauge 
gun to a iO/^ pound 10 gauge duck, fox and goose 
gun. €J Send for Art Catalogue describing 17 
grades 10, 12, 16 and 20 gauge guns ranging in 
price from $17.75 to $300. 


Pacific Coast Branch, 114 Second Street, San Francisco, California 

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Still Another New 

«H. & R. Double Action Model 1905" 

Small Frame .32 Caliber, 5-shot 

Following the announcement of our Mode n 1 904" we are now ready to supply this new revolver 
conforming closely in frame and stocK to the lines of the well known "H. & R. Premier." 

.32 Caliber; 2% inch barrel; weight, 1 1 ounces; C. F. S. & W. Cartridge. 
Finish — Nickel or blue. We can also furnish with 4/-2 and 6 inch barrels. 

Harrington & Richardson Arms Company 


Makers of H. & R. Single Guns Catalog for postal 

Is used by both 

Army and Navy 

because it is the 

Made by 

United States Cartridge Go. 

Lowell, Mass. 

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Under the 
Wrongest Light 

Shows Stro 

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Has been due to 

Careful, Conservative Management, 

A Progressive Policy, 

Just and Liberal Treatment of Policyholders, 

Absolute Fidelity to its Trusts, 

Perfect Fulfilment of Obligations. 

This is the Company for you to insure in. Through its Profit-sharing Life Insurance Policies, from $15 to 
$100,000, you are afforded an opportunity to choose a plan exactly adapted in cost 
and benefits to your needs and conditions. 

In calm or in storm Life Insurance is the ono resource; always 

certain and secure. 

Write now, while you think of it, for full Information, Dept,^ 92 

The Prudential Insurance Co. of America 

Incorporated as a Stock Company by the State of New Jersey 

JOHN F. DRYDEN, President. 

Home Office, NEWARK, N.J. 

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No. 2 



HE War Depart- 
ment, so slow to 
act, yet so mighty 
when it does act, 
has finally awak- 
ened to the im- 
portance of phy- 
sical training in 
the American 
army, and more 
has been done by 
it to encourage 
army athletics 
during the past few years than during 
all the former years of our national life. 
The United States, however, has not 
been the only nation to sin against the 
physical welfare of its warriors. It 
seems but to have followed the bad ex- 
ample set by the nations of Europe, 
which have done nothing, until within 
a comparatively recent period, toward 
establishing a system of physical train- 
ing in their various armies. For cen- 
turies the question of training the indi- 
vidual soldier physically has not re- 
ceived in any country the attention that 
it should have demanded. If a soldier 
marched with precision, kept accurate 
step and true alignment, he was not en- 
couraged to take any further exercise 
that would increase his strength or af- 
ford him healthful recreation. 

The ancients seem to have had a 
much finer appreciation of the value of 
physical training among their soldiery. 
In Greece and Rome everything was 

done that possibly could be done to im- 
prove the strength and agility of the in- 
dividual soldier, and in their competi- 
tive athletic games the victorious sol- 
dier was crowned by the state with the 
highest civic and military honors. Even 
during the middle ages jousts and tour- 
naments were encouraged that the 
strength and prowess of the knights 
and soldiers might be properly put to 
the test. But with the invention of gun- 
powder and a change in the mode of 
warfare, the notion arose among na- 
tions that in the presence of powder 
swiftness and strength were useless vir- 
tues. Nothing was done to overcome 
this false notion until about the year 
1850, when France introduced physical 
exercises into her military service. Ger- 
many, Austria, and England followed. 
In the United States, however, nothing 
was done toward establishing a system 
of physical training in the army until 
1890, when three gymnasiums were 
erected — one at David's Island, New 
York; one at Jefferson Barracks, Mis- 
souri ; and one at Cleveland, Ohio. 
Prior to that time the ordinary drill of 
the enlisted man and the "settings up" 
that the raw recruit received were the 
only physical exercises insisted upon by 
the government. As for general field 
athletics, that was unthought of. Save 
for an occasional game of baseball, out- 
door sports were, for the most part, un- 
known among the enlisted men. 

The excellent results obtained at the 



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three gymnasiums established by the 
government, and the great benefits de- 
rived by the cadets at West Point, who, 
under the able direction of Lieutenant 
E. S. Farrow, had already attracted the 
attention of the country by their ath- 
letic sports, soon caused the War De- 
partment to regard athletics as an im- 
portant part of a military education. "It 
became apparent," as some wit said, 
"that victories could be won by a sol- 
dier's legs as well as his arms." Urged 
by those in charge of the government 
gymnasiums and by some of the officers 
at West Point, the War Department 
finally consented to introduce a system 
of physical training at all the military 

The innovation was received by 
many of the older officers of the army 
with apathy, and ev^en with opposi- 
tion. But by the younger officers — 
graduates of West Point, who had seen 
and experienced the good of physical 
exercise — it was received with enthu- 
siasm ; and they took it upon them- 
selves to infuse into the men of the 
regular army some of their own love 

for indoor and outdoor athletics. Every 
post now has its gymnasium ; and in 
pursuance of the present policy of the 
War Department to encourage athlet- 
ics in the army, most of the comand- 
ers of the various departments have 
directed that one day in each month, 
designated as Field Day, be devoted to 
athletic sports and exercises ; the ob- 
ject, to use the words of the War De- 
partment, being to "give the day the air 
of a holiday devoted to wholesome rec- 

The soldiers have entered so enthu- 
siastically into the new work that to- 
day the sports indulged in by the 
United States army are more varied, 
more exciting and more practical than 
those of any other nation. Not only do 
the army sports comprise nearly every 
kind of track and field games known to 
the larger American colleges, but also 
other sports, which are not seen upon 
the college Field Day program. Un- 
cle Sam's soldiers are now taught to 
throw the hammer, to take the broad 
and high jump, to use the swinging 
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speed, with or without accoutrements, 
to hurdle, to wrestle, to box, and where 
the situation of the post permits it, to 
swim and hunt. 

These exercises have no object fur- 
ther than to cultivate the physique and 
furnish amusement ; but there are other 
exercises of a peculiarly military na- 
ture, known as applied athletics ; that is, 
exercises which best prepare the sol- 
dier to overcome those obstacles likely 
to be encountered in a genuine cam- 
paign. This latter class of exercises 
consists of climbing steep walls by 
means of dangling ropes, crawling 
through networks of tangled wires, 
running along narrow ledges with can- 
non ball in hands, leaping over spiked 
fences, scaling walls by the aid of fin- 
gers and rifle, driving field batteries at 
break-neck speed and riding cavalry 
horses with the recklessness and daring 
of Cossacks. 

To the spectator the military exer- 

cises are by far the most novel and in- 
teresting, and the proficiency with 
which they are executed proves the 
American soldier to be both an athlete 
and an acrobat. The wall-scaling con- 
test alone one would think sufficient to 
test the powers of the strongest and 
swiftest. A wall ten feet high and per- 
fectly blank is "erected upon a field. A 
team made up of five men, each 
equipped with haversack, canteen, 
blanket, shelter tent, cartridge belt and 
rifle, is stationed twenty feet from the 
wall. At a given signal from the offi- 
cer in command the five men rush for- 
ward ; two of them place their backs to 
the wall, while two others leap upon 
their shoulders and are hoisted to the 
top, where they instantly fire five shots 
at an imaginary foe. Then they assist 
two more comrades to the top and drop 
to the ground. The last two to reach 
the top raise the fifth man by the aid of 
his rifle, and all three follow the first 



two to the ground. The team then 
rushes to the twenty-yard mark, where 
the last three men over the wall each 
discharge five shots. All this is gener- 
ally done in less than half a minute. 
The value of such an exercise was dem- 
onstrated during the late Boxer re- 
bellion, when two companies of the 
Fourteenth Infantry, United States 
Army, led by Trumpeter Calvin P. 
Titus, scaled the walls of Pekin and 
planted there the Stars and Stripes, 
much to the surprise and admiration of 
the assembled troops of England, Ger- 
many and Russia. 

While all the exercises of the infan- 
try are open to the cavalrymen, there 

are certain exercises in which the infan- 
try cannot participate. These are the 
exercises known officially as mounted 
gymnastics, but more familiarly known 
to the men under the name of "monkey 
drills." They are exercises of a highly 
exciting kind and decidedly practical, 
though they have been disparaged by 
some army officers as too spectacular to 
be of practical use. It is not enough 
for the American cavalryman of to- 
day to mount and dismount with ease, 
or bring his steed to a walk, trot or gal- 
lop at will. That much is always ex- 
pected. If he wishes to catch the eye 
of his commanding officer, he must 
now be able to perform those feats of 




horsemanship that ordinarily arc ex- 
pected to be seen only within a circus 
tent. To ride with or without saddle ; 
to stick to a horse while it rears and 
pitches ; to vault from the back of one 
galloping- horse to the back of another ; 
to ride two horses, one foot on the back 
of each ; to stand erect upon the bare 
back of a horse while it walks, trots, or 
gallops, or suddenly stops — all these are 

drivers and the snappy, clock like 
movements of the' cannoniers by no 
means furnish a minor pari of a field 
day exhibition. 

It is safe to say that from what has 
already been accomplished by the men 
that the government need have no 
scruples nor hesitancy in making ath- 
letics one of the most important 
branches of military training. Some of 



common sights at most field day exhibi- 
tions. But there are other sports of 
even a more strenuous and more spec- 
tacular nature, such as relay racing, 
where horses are ridden and changed 
with amazing speed ; horseback wrest- 
ling, where two men and sometimes two 
teams made up of ten or twelve men 
pull, maul and thump one another until 
one side or the other is pitched from 
the saddle to the ground; and "Indian 
riding," where a cavalryman going at 
a fair rate of speed, hangs to the side of 
his horse while he picks up from the 
ground anything from a cartridge to a 
comrade. The artillery, too, has its spe- 
cial sports. The thundering rush of the 
artillery horses, the dexterity of the 

the ingenuity that has heretofore been 
employed to perfect weapons of war 
can well be employed in perfecting 
those who wield the weapons. And this 
is fast being done. Modern military dis- 
cipline throughout the world tends 
toward educating the soldier individ- 
ually rather than en masse; and this 
mode of discipline has its advantage in 
that it develops in each man those phys- 
ical and moral qualities which in actual 
battle enable him to render better serv- 
ice as a developed part of a perfected 
whole. Vital stamina is the capital upon 
which the soldier must depend. He 
must be a man of strength — active, per- 
sistent and indomitable. These are the 
things most required on the march and 



on the field of battle. He must be in 
fit condition to move quickly from place 
to place ; to ascend steep hills and 
mountains ; to circumvent forests and 
streams, and at the final assault be in 
good breath and strength ; and how can 
the government better prepare him for 
all this than by establishing, during 
times of peace, an extensive system of 
athletic sports and gymnastic exercises ? 

of sport, displaying substantial quali- 
ties within him which years of routine 
drill would probably never have 
brought forth. There is an element of 
battle in all athletic contests which 
brings out the courage, endurance and 
sagacity of a man quicker than any- 
thing else save the din and strife of 
actual war. 

That the service is at least more in- 

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Aside from the physical benefits de- 
rived by the soldiers, there is another 
way in which athletics work for their 
good. The Field Day contests culti- 
vate the esprit de corps. It makes the 
men happier and more contented, be- 
cause it relieves the monotonous routine 
of barrack life and gives them some- 
thing wholesome to think and talk 
about. Many an awkward recruit has 
raised himself in his own estimation and 
has surprised his officers and comrades 
and won their lasting respect by the 
daring and skill with which he per- 
formed some athletic feat upon the field 

teresting than before is indicated by 
the fact that since the introduction of 
Field Day sports there has been a 
smaller percentage of desertions from 
the army. This fact, together with the 
muscular additions to the arms and 
shoulders of the men, and the increased 
expansion of their chests, must be very 
gratifying to the War Department. The 
money that the government has thus 
far expended to further athletic sports 
has proven a wise investment of public 
funds. But there is much that yet can 
be done to increase the athletic spirit 
among the men. Of course, the facili- 



ties of the various posts have something 
to do with the kind of spoils indulged 
in by the men, but most depends at 
present upon the personal beliefs of the 
post commanders. At some posts wrest- 
ling and boxing are absolutely pro- 
hibited, while at others they are en- 
couraged. Even bull fighting has been 
permitted to be a part of a field day 
program at some of the military posts 

field sports in every Department might 
be held, provided that such tournaments 
are hot held at the expense of the gov 
eminent. But one can hardly under- 
stand why tbe men should be compelled 
to draw upon their private funds in or 
der to promote wider contests of field 
sports that ultimately work for the 
good of the government. So enthusias- 
tically, however, have some of the posts 


in the southwest. An effort should be 
made to have the sports more uniform. 
Then, too, a good-natured rivalry 
should be promoted between the various 
posts and departments. The men should 
be encouraged to take part in the con- 
tests of posts other than the one to 
which they are attached, and the time 
they are away from their own posts 
should not be considered as a furlough. 
Secretary Elihu Root has given his ap- 
proval of such contests by advocating a 
system whereby annual tournaments of 

taken up the work that, regardless 
of the expense, they have held fre- 
quent inter-post contests. For several 
years New York has had an organiza- 
tion known as the New York Harbor 
Army Athletic League, which has done 
much to advance army athletics, its ob- 
ject being "to initiate, encourage and 
foster athletics in all posts and between 
all posts which are members of the 
league." The success of this league had 
much to do with the success of the 
splendid military tournament held at 



Madison Square Garden in the spring 
of 1904. If the interest in army athlet- 
ics increases during the next few years 
as it has during the past few years, we 
can probably look forward to the army 
holding its regular Departmental meets 
just as the colleges now hold their in- 
tercollegiate meets ; and when such time 
arrives what excellent results it will 
produce, and what an amount of 
healthy gossip it will occasion among 
the enlisted men of the United States 


"To go barefoot, to live on the bare 
ground, to be satisfied with little meat 
and drink, to suffer heat and cold, to be 

exercised continually in hunting, wrest- 
ling, running on foot and horseback, to 
be inured to blows and wounds so as to 
vent neither complaint nor groan — 
these," says the historian, Rollin, "were 
the rudiments of Spartan training." Let 
us hope that the American soldier will 
never have to endure the harsh disci- 
pline of the Spartan, but continue, 
whether "rookie" or veteran, to have 
comfortable clothes, clean barracks, 
healthful amusements and a plentiful 
supply of good food; and that he will 
be required to emulate the Spartan only 
in courage and in the variety and ex- 
tent of his athletic sports. 



It's hard work to photograph prairie 
dogs. They are very scary I tried a 
half-dozen times to get them to stand 
still long enough to make an exposure, 
but the very sight of the camera seemed 
to drive them nearly to distraction. For 
two or three days I spent many hours 
in the little village reproduced here. 
Its inhabitants finally grew to know me ; 
then to like me, the friendship gradu- 
ally being cemented with liberal "treats" 
of ginger-bread, cakes, nuts, etc. At 

last we were on such friendly terms 
that the prairie dogs felt well disposed 
even to the kodak which I set up 
a few feet from the "atrium" of the 
largest house. v Then taking the photos 
was easy enough. They did not mind 
me moving around to turn the film or 
adjust the shutter ; but the moment a 
stranger approached, no matter how 
softly, the little fellows, losing interest 
in the proceedings before them, van- 
ished like a flash into the earth. 






Photo by Charles Turpin 



{Flint cr Bay, Alaska, January 11, 1906) 

HE date line sounds 
funny, doesn't it ? 
And the reader may 
w o n d e r why one 
should be "engaged 
in" an Alaska jour- 
ney in mid-winter. 

"Well, that is be- 
cause you have not 
had any friends do 
it, and have not their 
personal assurance 

that in many ways it is the best time 

to undertake such a trip. 

So imagine me at the above place if 

you can, dressed in the oldest clothes I 

have, seated in the kitchen 
wooden building known 
insr house of the 

of a large 
the board- 

mining camp 
imagine, also, that I am sitting at the 
combined kitchen and dining table, 
writing by the combined light of a large 
swinging lamp, which is far away in 
the centre of the town and a tallow 
candle stuck in the neck of a beer bot- 
tle which is near my elbow — and empty. 
This is just the first stopping place 
in Alaska, — away down in southeastern 
Alaska, not very far from Sitka ; and 
we are staying here in camp for a while 
on a business visit before making the 
real tramp over snow and ice to the in- 



terior country, near where the great 
Yukon lies beyond the coast range. 

But this, too, is Alaska in mid-winter, 
and very delightful. This boarding 
house is near the shore of a beautiful 
little harbor called Funter Bay, and 
just back of us are the peaks of Snow 
Mountains some 4,000 feet high. 
Around a little bend in the bay there 
will be some fat mallards in the morn- 
ing, "quacking" away as though they 
totally ignored the fact that there were 
near at hand four shot guns, two Win- 
chesters, and a miscellaneous camp as- 
sortment of other firearms variously es- 
timated to be dangerous. 

Now, most any hunter could imagine 
something like this right at home in 
Pennsylvania or New York. Just try 
to imagine it, whether you are a hunter 
or not ; then complete the picture by 
imagining me as I write sitting upon 
the hardest spruce-board stool that man 
ever constructed, and you have it all, — 
a little winter camp-life in Alaska 

twenty clays after leaving Philadelphia. 
There were six of us in all, and one 
a woman, too, who, accompanied her 
husband. We left Philadelphia, De- 
cember 22, 1905, for a trip to some 
mining properties we had bought in the 
new placer mining country around Lake 
Atlin, British Columbia, on the edge of 
the Northwest .Territory, near where 
the head waters of the Yukon begin 
their long journey to Behring Sea, and 
about 150 miles inland from Skagway 
on the Alaska coast. We are making 
it in winter because the trails are hard 
and the sledding easy, for we are going 
to take in about a ton of provisions 
each with which our horses can easily 
jog along. We shall save many dollars 
in freight,, and in the summer have our 
horses for much valuable work. This 
little sojourn at Funter Bay is a side 
trip to see a quartz mine, shoot some of 
the thousands of ducks and a few deer, 
dig clams at low tide, and catch halibut 
at any tide. 



In regard to the beginning of the 
trip, I prefer to be brief ; for most of us 
were crossing the continent for the first 
time, and these first impressions of the 
portions of one's country over which 
so many thousands have traveled be- 
fore, are not what the daily newspaper 
editor commonly speaks of as "hot 
stuff." So I'll pass across the country 
quickly to Seattle, although the trip 
was very pleasant all the way. The 
sleeping car porters accomplished the 
remarkable feat of appearing some- 
where within cannon range when want- 
ed, and fellow travelers were sociable. 
On Christinas Day we were dashing 
across the snow-clad prairies of North 
Dakota and Montana, the thermometer 
below zero, but the air so dry and the 
sun so bright that we spent most of our 
day on the rear platform watching for 
coyotes, or other stray prairie animals. 

On Tuesday, December 27, at 8 130 
in the morning, we arrived at Seattle. 
It was raining hard. It is usually rain- 
ing in Seattle in December, or there- 
abouts ; and at first I made up my mind 
that if all queens were like this "Queen 
of the West," as Seattle is called, I 
should not think seriously of trying to 
marry into the family. But Seattle 
should not be judged hastily. It grows 
upon one, — this city of terraces with 
the great snow-capped Mount Rainier 
on the east towering above it, more 
than fourteen thousand feet ; the beau- 
tiful Olympic range, blue and white- 
capped to the north ; Puget Sound upon 
one side, Lake Washington on the 
other. Certainly no city in the world 
has a lovelier location, and none with a 
destiny more surely great. 

We met Congressman James Hamil- 
ton Lewis in Seattle, at dinner in the 



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Rainier-Grand, and this incident of 
Seattle pleased us particularly, for Mr. 
Lewis told exceptionately well a good 
"coon" story. 

"What are you doing here? When 
are you going?" 
"I ain' gwine, sun." 

'What do yon mean, yon rascal ? The 

It was told of a real Kentucky col- Colonel never leaves yon behind! And 
cnel. well known in New York, par- on a hunting trip, too !" 


ticularly around the Fifth Avenue Ho- 
tel, where he lived much of the time. 
Equally well known was the colonel's 
body servant, Jonas. The colonel never 
traveled the least distance without him. 
He was part and parcel of the colonel 
himself. Imagine the surprise of sev- 
eral who knew them well, then, when 
one morning that the colonel was sup- 
posed to have gone on a hunting trip to 
the Adirondacks they found Jonas with 
solemn expression, slowly walking 
down the main corridor. 

"Why, how is this, Jonas," one asked; 
"hasn't the colonel gone to the Adiron- 
dacks this morning?" 

"Yas, suh, de Curnel done gone dis 

"No, suh, I ain' gwine dis time. I'se 
dischawg'd, suh." 

"Discharged !-You are joking with us. 
The idea of the Colonel discharging 
you ! What is all this about, anyhow. 
Tell us about it." 

"Well yo' see, suh, de Curnel he say 
to me dis mawnin' soon — 'Jonas, heah's 
ten dollahs, an' you go an' buy sum pro- 
vishuns.' I ain' jes' shoah w'at de Cur- 
nel mean by provishuns, but I got nine 
dollahs an' fifty cen's worf o' whiskey, 
an' fifty cen's worf o' brade loafs ; an' 
de Curnel dischawge me 'cause I got 
too much brade." 

On the strength of this, Jimmie Hus- 
ton and I ordered some "provishuns" 
for the table at once, without "brade" ; 



and we drank to the Adirondacks and 

forgot the rain outside. 

And now for Alaska. We sailed from 
Seattle December 30. There are a num- 
ber of larger, much nicer boats on the 
route, but it was onr lot to draw the 

Now it isn't uninteresting to be seven 
days making a trip by water of less than 
a thousand miles, especially when it is 
through the channels to any south 
Alaskan port by the "inside route." But 
when you have food that is cooked by 


Al-Ki. I assure you we didn't take this 
steamer merely for the effect of the 
thing, to make "roughing it" more 
dramatic. It simply happened that the 
good steamers had all sailed in a day or 
two of one another before we arrived, 
and only the Al-Ki was available for 
some seven days. She is a freight 
steamer with passenger accommoda- 
tions ; or rather she has places for pas- 
sengers to sleep, but no accommoda- 
tions. There is a small place aft de- 
signed as a saloon, but, modesty forbade 
her owners to give it so pretentious a 
name, and it is merely labelled "Social 
Hall." This "hall" consists of the space 
around the top of the stairs leading 
from the main deck to the dining saloon. 
I didn't measure it ; but it was so small 
we didn't dare try to discuss but one 
topic at a time. It was just as well. Our 
fellow passengers were not social, liter- 
ary, or scientific lights ; far from it. 

the "heathen Chinee" to which you are 
not accustomed ; and apparently the sole 
accomplishment of your fellow trav- 
elers is the assimilation of the same, the 
trip becomes monotonous when the fogs 
close in, or the rain pours so hard you 
cannot stay on deck without getting 

It is a country of rains, too, by the 
way, all of this southeast Alaska coast 
country ; and there is no particular sea- 
son of the year when it doesn't rain. The 
thermometer at Funter Bay since we 
came has been up to 40, and the rain 
which descended that day was as unmis- 
takably an outpouring of "settled 
cloudiness" as anything I have ever 
seen or felt in Pennsylvania. 

In this connection, I warn all who 
may read this, that should they ever 
make this wild, beautiful trip, there is 
one story which will be told them on an 
average of three times a day from the 


"... around a Utile bend in the bay there will be fat mallards in the morning 



time they board the steamer at Seattle 
until they have been at least six months 
in the country, whenever there are 
enough old settlers about to tell it. This 
is the weather story : 

A tourist on one of the excursions 

"I've a new story," said he; "went 
down in the steerage for 'recreation' ; 
found an old miner down there who 
told me a good one on this weather." 

I heard him through, and found that 
his new mining friend had heard the 


who was unfortunate enough to travel 
through four days of steady rain, said 
to an Indian boy who stood on the 
wharf at old Wrangel : "Does it always 
rain in this country?" 

"Nope. Sometimes snows." 

The copyright ran out on this about 
ten years ago, so that every one who 
tells it to you now claims to have per- 
sonally heard the conversation between 
the woman and the Indian. I believe I 
heard it first of our party, and with 
such a good piece of news to break the 
monotony, I hurried to find my old 
chum Jimmie Huston, who dearly loves 
a good story or joke, to spread these 
good tidings before him. I met him 
'midship, by the purser's cabin, looking 
for me. 

"Say," said he. 

"Say," said I, both in nearly the same 

conversation between the woman and 
the Indian boy at Sitka last June. Jim- 
mie and I agreed to see it through 
without flinching for the rest of the trip, 
after two others had backed us up 
against the smokestack and related the 
adventure ; and before that famous day 
of rain was over, one after the other 
of our party, and four other "old set- 
tlers" had told the wonderful tale. 

The following day was bright, and so 
was the next — clear, crisp air of that 
northern land — and everywhere we 
looked were those great, beautifully 
rugged mountains, white-sheeted from 
base to summit. Oh, these peaks are 
superb in their winter dress ! And over 
them on those clear days there comes 
briefly before the darkness that glorious 
halo of a northern sunset. 

It all made me feel so light-hearted 
and fond of every one that when we 



slowly steamed into Wrangel harbor on 
the afternoon of the second bright day, 
I was ready to go ashore at the drop of 
the "gang," and make friends with any 
of the aborigines or other inhabitants. 
I wanted to be cordial. So I had barely 
stepped on the wharf when I walked 
up to a genial looking man in sou'- 
wester and yellow "lammy/' or Mack- 
inaw coat, and said: "Well, partner, 
you certainly do make good weather 
up here." 

"Yes, sir, this is purty fine"— and 
then, woe is me, I thought I saw a 
deadly, reminiscent smile begin to work 
its way through his whiskers — "but we 
don't always get it this way. Some 
thinks it rains most always. A lady 
tourist who came by here last May — " 
f I contrived to fall over a crate of 
chickens then, and when I recovered I 
saw Huston not far away. 

"Come on, Jimmie," I called ; "let's 
go look at the genealogical registers of 
some of the aboriginal aristocrats on 
those totem poles uptown. I think it is 
going to rain again." 

Some of the Wrangel Indians have 
fine "specimens" of totem poles. The 
beauty of such poles is judged largely 
by their relative hideousness, if you can 
appreciate at this distance such a highly 
technical description. The larger, more 
intricately and hideously carved — the 
greater intermingling of various ani- 

mals represented — the more "beautiful" 
the specimen. There are various tribes 
of Alaska Indians, as is the case with 
other Indians, and they are divided ink) 
families, such as the crow, bear, eagle, 
and whale families ; and as the Indians 
of one family usually marry into other 
families than their own, these great 
totem poles which show in characters 
the general family history and legends, 
are usually hideous conglomerations of 
crows, whales, bears, eagles, etc. One 
must not think that every Alaska In- 
dian displays a totem pole in front of 
his shack, however. The poles are com- 
paratively few ; for the same reason, I 
presume, that many American families 
do not have family trees framed in the 

At last, late one night, we saw the 
lights of Juneau twinkling in the dis- 
tance. Here we were to make our first 
actual stop in Alaska ; and from here 
we were to go over to the camp at Fun- 
ter Bay. 

Two days in Juneau, getting used to 
things ; then to this camp, whither we 
came in the big Columbia River sail- 
boat of that famous southeast Alaskan, 
Windy Bill. Few know him by any 
other name, and Bill has the reputation 
of knowing every rock, and shallow, 
and halibut fishing ground along this 
rough, tortuous coast within two hun- 
dred miles of Juneau. 




RAP shooting- has 

made America a land 
of straight shooters, 
and no country in 
the world can com- 
pare with the United 
States in shooting. 
Gun Clubs in Amer- 
ica are directly responsible for that re- 
putation which Uncle Sam so proudly 
bears. By constant practice at inani- 
mate targets the American uncon- 
sciously prepares himself for his coun- 
try's call to arms. 

Gun Clubs are really the outcome of 
the abundance of live game in America. 
The average business man loves to tread 
the woods in search of live game, but 
usually his time to go on these hunting 
trips is limited to perhaps once a year, 
and during the interval he has lost his 
"shooting eye." He needed practice to 
keep his eye keyed up properly, and in 
order to get practice at home during 
spare moments, he organized the gun 
club, where between hours he could get 
all the practice he needed. 

Once an expert with the shotgun, it 
is but a short step to the rifle, and when 
the trap-shooter goes to the front to 
defend his country's honor, he soon 
masters the problems of ballistics, and 
it is this experience which has made the 
American the premier shot on land and 

Trap-shooting accustoms one to nerv- 
ous shocks, is a fine outdoor sport, de- 
velops the lungs, and is a good chest 
exerciser. Some of the most expert 
shots in this country indulge in in- 
toxicants and tobacco to a limited ex- 
tent, but abstain almost entirely when 
trying for records. 

Requisites for the making of a good 
shooter are : good eyesight, good phy- 
sique, steady nerves ; abstinence from 
too free use of intoxicants. 

A word to the beginner who is try- 
ing to master the art of trap-shooting : 

Practice diligently at known angles. 

Select a gun suitable for trap-shoot- 
ing purposes. 

Select a load that will not recoil too 

Practice and seek instructions from 
veterans at the game. 

The delightful sport of hunting, rare- 
ly enjoyed by the fair sex on account 
of their natural born fear for firearms, 
finds an exception in the doings of a 
Cincinnati girl, Miss Frances Altheer, 
member of the Cincinnati Gun Club, all 
around good shot at live game as well 
as at clay pigeons. That women may 
find as much enjoyment handling fire- 
arms as men do is proven by this young 
Cincinnati enthusiast who has recently 
won distinction at the traps by breaking 
97 clay pigeons out of a possible ioo. 
The misses were caused by an over- 
zealous newspaper photographer, who, 
the young lady claims, "was too anxious 
to get a snap-shot of her." 

Not only does Miss Altheer enjoy 
trap-shooting but she also takes fre- 
quent trips into the wilds with her 
father after real game. Facing big 
game is not half so bad as facing the 
camera, says the -fair shooter. Accord- 
ing to those who have hunted with Miss 
Altheer she is more certain of her mark 
than the average man, rarely missing a 
bird on the wing even under difficult 
conditions. This remarkable accuracy 
has been developed from an inborn love 
of shooting with both gun or target 
pistol, her pride being a little 22 cal. 
revolver "that just fits into my purse." 
If this little instrument of self-defense 
is always in its place within the purse 
Miss Altheer refused to admit it, but a 
twinkle of the eye intimated that the 
art of self-defense has been given due 




T was last fall, in 
September, "my 
partner' 1 and I left 
the little gold camp 
early in the morning 
with our packs on 
our backs and our 
trusty rifles in our 
hands, and started up 
the "Old Rawhide 
Trail.'' We trudged 
slowly and wearily 
along, stopping here and there to re- 
fresh ourselves with a drink of ice- 
cold water as it came tinkling or tear- 
ing down the mountainside, as it may 
be, either in the streamlet or the rush- 
ing, roaring mountain torrent which 
was formed by some mountain spring 
or the mighty glacier above. The 
sound of the thrud; thrud, thrud of the 
stamps in the mills below us is soon 
lost to our hearing as they drop inces- 
santly on the quartz, crushing it for the 
extraction of the precious metal. 

We stopped at an old camp ground 
to "Boil the Billy" (as the Australian 
says). That is to make the tea and eat 
our lunch. 

After a short rest we started on 
again, and during the afternoon we 
shot five grouse. At night we camped 
at the "crossing," cooked our grouse, 
ate them all but two breasts, which we 
kept for our lunch next day. Nice fresh 
grouse don't taste too bad, I guess, to a 
pair of hungry hunters who have lived 
in a mining and prospecting camp for 
several years, where the bill of fare has 
been bacon, salt pork, beans, canned 
vegetables and occasionally ancient 
beef long ago killed, preserved in cold 
storage, shipped in by railroad, boat, 
freight wagon and, lastly, on pack 
horse up to the mine, to be seized by 
that hungry miner the very moment it 

entered the dining-room, and devoured 
before the very eyes of his best friend, 
who had to be content with hearing all 
the balance of the day, "Didn't you get 
any?" "Well, I got mine," etc. 

That night two tired hunters slept 
"the sleep of the just," awoke early the 
next morning, ate their pork and por- 
ridge, slung their packs on their backs 
and left the trail to go over the summit 
into the game country beyond, a place 
I have visited several times before and 
where I have never failed to get game, 
Six long, weary hours of climb, climb, 
climb and at last we have reached the 
pass. Here we stopped to rest and eat 
our lunch, surrounded by open glades, 
sunny slopes, grassy parks on one side I 
and on the opposite by mighty glaciers, 
craggy heights, yawning chasms. Here 
all was grandeur, all was magnificence 
and awe, with naught to greet your ear 
except the shrill whistle of the "Senti- 
nel Whistler" as he warns his tribe that 
possibly danger may be near. 

(The whistler is a small animal of 
the woodchuck or ground hog species 
that dwells in the rocks.) 

After our lunch we started on again 
to some parks and meadows. We saw 
plenty of sign that afternoon, but no 
game. We pitched camp at night un- 
der a spruce tree near some iron 
springs, a place where caribou like to 
drink. It was very cold that night for 
September, and we kept a fire all night 
at the risk of scaring the game out of 
the country. 

The next morning, after we ate our 
rations, we left camp to "shoot the big 
caribou." We separated shortly, and 
I followed some fresh trails uphill, 
downnill, across meadows and parks, 
but I did not see any caribou. 

After wandering around several hours 
I shot some grouse, returned to camo, 




dressed and put them to cook, and pro- 
ceeded to "bake the bannock" (bread). 
In a couple of hours ''my partner" re- 
turned, having shot a fine young cari- 
bou, and missing an old fellow with 

in the bush, and in piercing through I 
spied a fine young bull which I brought 
down with a shot through the neck. By 
the following night we had secured an- 
other, and packed them down the moun- 


horns as long as — well, I won't pretend 
to say, as I did not see him. 

But if they were as large as he said, 
I am very glad that he missed him, for 
carrying a head of such dimensions is 
no small trick, I can tell you, when you 
have to pack it on your back six or 
eight miles. I have had this experi- 
ence and I know what it is. 

Next morning we started after the 
carcass, as he had dressed it and left it 
where he had shot it. We had not gone 
far when we lost the blaze he had made 
with his knife on trees and bush. We 
separated, and shortly I heard a racket 

Photo by R. J. Warren 

tain to an old camp I had made a couple 
of years before and to which we could 
get pack horses. 

We camped here for the night, had 
caribou steak, caribou stew, boiled it in 
the "billy" with barley, and a^finer dish 
I never ate, although I had had sev- 
eral before and several since. Next 
morning we went to the little town in 
the valley and got some pack horses 
and returned for the game ; took some 
pictures of "the kill" and "ready for 
home," and then returned home to the 
old game of "grab" — "Didn't you get 
any?" "Well, I got mine," etc. 


By F. F. WOOD 

N these days of trains, 
and boats, and auto- 
mobiles, the average 
person has no chance 
to see or travel on 
the old - fashioned 
scow or barge. It is 
only in the develop- 
ment of a new coun- 
try, or, more cor- 
rectly, in the settle- 
ment of a new coun- 
try, that such means 
of travel are usually 
The present rush of set- 
into the great Saskatchewan 
of Northwestern Canada, trav- 
yet by neither boat nor 
made this mode of travel 
The greatest disad- 
use of scows is the 
only go one way ; 
down stream, but 
take his boat 





ersed as 

train, has 

very popular. 

vantage in the 

fact that they will 

that is, of course, 

where the settler 

apart and use the lumber in his house 

or barn the disadvantage is reduced to 

a minimum. 

Edmonton is the centre of trade so 
far, and every year scows and rafts, 
numbering well into the hundreds, 
leave for -various points down stream. 
No pilot's license is necessary to be al- 
low to navigate the Saskatchewan. The 
intending sailor goes to one of the com- 
bined sawmills and lumber yards, 
builds his boat according to his fancy 
or his pocket-book, piles in his goods 
and pushes out into the current, trust- 
ing for the most part to luck and a kind 

The boats are all sizes, ranging from 
14 or 16 feet long by 6 in width, to 50 
feet long and 16 or 18 feet wide. A ma- 
jority of the scows have their bottoms 
and sides (which range from two to 
four feet in height) made of two layers 

of inch boards. The framework is al- 
ways of heavier material, either two by 
four or two by six. The outer layer of 
boards is always placed so as to cover 
the joints or cracks of the inner, and 
the cracks of both layers are filled with 
spun oakum and soaked with hot tal- 
low or tar. Those who can afTord it 
build their scows of plank, which ren- 
ders them stiffer and stronger and less 
liable to spring a leak. The cracks in 
the plank scows are treated the same as 
those in the double-boarded ones. In 
some of the boats the front end is made 
sloping, in some both ends, and again 
in the smaller boats one end is just like 
the other, straight up and down, and 
the result looks more like an over- 
grown dry-goods box than a boat. At 
each end in all of the boats there are 
long, heavy sweeps working between 
two upright posts or poles. In an ordi- 
nary sized scow only one sweep an end 
is used, that is, two in all ; but in the 
larger ones two are not uncommon. A 
man to a sweep is the usual order, al- 
though one or two extra men are often 
very useful. The big lumber rafts for 
the colonies away down river, any- 
where from 40 to 175 feet long, and al- 
ways loaded heavily with merchandise, 
require more men and more sweeps, 
but they hardly come under the head- 
ing, scows. 

* * * Sj; >|s 

It was the Fourth of July, Saturday 
afternoon, and a clear, bright day. Our 
two scows had at last been loaded and, 
tied one behind the other, lay swinging 
idly in the current. One was 12 by 18, 
the other 12 by 36. They were built of 
plank, with sides three feet high and 
sloping prows. The smaller scow was 
tied securely to the rear of the larger 
one, practically making one long, large 
boat, in either end of which was a long, 


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heavy sweep. Over the greater part of 
the small boat was stretched a piece of 
heavy sail cloth to protect the flour, 
sugar, etc., with which this boat was 
loaded Tied to a rope from the front 
scow was a small, flat-bottomed boat, 
built for the occasion, to use in case of 

"Are we all ready?" said my father. 

"Oui," said the Frenchman. 

The thick, strong tie or snub ropes 
were loosed and thrown in, a few vig- 
orous heaves, and we splashed through 
the water and scrambled aboard ; we 
were off at last. The sweeps were 
manned at once, and we worked out 
near the centre of the river. In a very 
few minutes we came in sight of the big 
stone-] )iered bridge spanning the river 
from Edmonton to Strathcona. There 
arc large pointed structures of masonry 
just upstream from the bridge piers 
proper, built to protect the latter from 
the ice jams in the spring. I was a lit- 

tle afraid we might collide with one of 
these, and thus wreck our boat at the 
start, but luckily we found the proper 
current and swung through all right. 
From the bridge, high above, a few 
people watched us languidly. A scow 
there has little novelty. A little distance? 
below the bridge we passed the second 
sawmill and yard, where we saw nu- 
merous scows and rafts in various 
stages of construction. In passing the 
mill we took good care not to get near 
the pier holding the outer end of their 
boom in place. In a little while the mill, 
bridge and other evidences of civiliza- 
tion passed from sight, and we seemed 
to be alone, floating down a great, lone- 
some river. Not quite alone, though, 
for after a time we noticed here and 
there rough frame-like chutes and one 
or more dark holes where the soft coal 
in the river banks is mined and loaded. 
At one mine a flat scow-like coal barge 
was under the chute, and a small, pad- 



die-wheel steamer was waiting to push We were up at four the next morn- 
it upstream. ing, only to find the river hidden by a 

We had little to do now except to thick, heavy fog. The water, from 

keep the boat as straight as possible where we stood on the bank, was quite 

and in the best current. In fact, we invisible. After a time, however, the 

were all rather tired from the hard sun grew stronger and the mists lifted 

work necessary in passing the bridge slowly and melted away. We untied 

and sawmill At its best, a sweep is a our boats and worked slowly out into 

heavy, unwieldly thing to use, and after the current. There were a number of 

swinging one an hour or so one feels sharp bends to be rounded that morn- 

no desire for patented physical culture ing, and as the water swept round these 

exercises. We soon noticed that the places with greatly increased velocity, 

Saskatchewan River was very crooked, we had plenty of hard work to keep 

winding in and out in an apparently our boat from being flung ashore, 

aimless fashion. The banks for the About ten o'clock we passed the little 

most part are steep and high, and a village of Fort Saskatchewan, nestling 

considerable portion are covered with high on the south bank of the river. As 

trees and brush, spruce, willow and we passed we could see the roofs of the 

poplar the most numerous, with here Northwest Mounted Police barracks, 

and there a clump of white crooked About an hour's journey down river, 

birch. Along about seven in, the even- when rounding a curve, we surprised 

ing we passed under a ferry wire an old Canadian goose leading her lit- 

stretching from bank to bank in a long tie brood of goslings up the river. As 

graceful curve. There was no ferry- soon as she saw us she flew off across 

keeper's house in sight, but the tinkle the river, squalling and squarking as 

of a cow-bell and a dog's bark told us it noisily as possible. The little geese were 

was not far. Rounding a curve an hour swimming bravely upstream, and al- 

or so later we were startled by a loud, though one of the Frenchmen took the 

weird call. rowboat and tried to capture one they 

" What's that ?" I asked sharply, for easily escaped by scattering and diving, 

the sound was new to me. Our dinner was prepared on the 

"Only a loon," said the Frenchman, boat, a small fire being kindled in a low 
and, sure enough, in a jew minutes we box filled partly with earth. The after- 
passed the bird. He was close to the noon passed without special incident, 
shore, and in the lengthening shadows Once or twice we had small rapids to 
we soon lost sight of him, although his descend, but the increased speed and 
mocking laugh floated down to us once the motion were more pleasures than 
more. About nine we pulled nearer otherwise. At one place we saw an old 
shore and began looking for a harbor. Russian woman coining down a nar- 
One of the Frenchmen (we had three row path. As we passed her she drew 
along) was in the rowboat with the up some sort of home-made fish-trap 
tow rope coiled at his feet, and when and took out a large fish. We were too 
we neared a little cove where the water far away to see what species, 
was almost still he paddled rapidly The scenery along the river was al- 
ashore, snubbed to a convenient tree, ways interesting. The banks for the 
and we swung gracefully around and most part were covered with trees or 
stopped. The sweeps were swung brush. Occasionally there would be 
ashore for a gangplang, and we pitched stretches of grassy slopes, a little far- 
our tent on the high bank. A fire was ther great masses of yellowish brown 
kindled for supper and a smudge, and limestone would predominate, and 
in due time all was silent, save the flow again there would be long places where 
of the water without the tent and the the clay banks were almost bare. Many 
hum of ambitious mosquitoes within. of these clay banks were literally 


honeycombed with the nest holes of the 
sand swallows, whose owners circled 
around the nests and over the river in 
countless numbers. Many places along 
the river banks show plainly the dif- 
ferent layers in their formation and 
would no doubt prove of interest to the 
geologist. There were no coal mines to 
be seen after we passed the Fort. At 
several points swift flowing creeks 
emptied noisily into the river, and still 
more numerous were the many little 
streams coming from the springs. The 
gullies or runs through which most of 
these reached the river were almost 
buried in a tangle of trees and brush, 
both living and dead. 

We had hoped to reach Victoria, a 
small Indian post or agency, that night, 
but were badly disappointed. Nine 
o'clock came, ten o'clock, and no Vic- 
toria to be seen. About twenty miles 
back we had hailed an Indian on shore, 

who told us Victoria was ten miles. It 
was now growing very dusky ; the long, 
gloomy stretches along the shores in- 
creased all too rapidly. In the front 
scow two of the Frenchmen tended the 
sweep, and my father and I manned the 
one in the rear. The third Frenchman 
stood in the front scow, straining his 
eyes in a vain endeavor to pierce the 
darkness ahead. There was little 
said, but every one hoped fervently 
that no rocks or sandbars were near. 
Half-past ten came and we dared 
travel no longer, but pulled blindly for 
shore and were lucky enough to strike 
a place where we could snub the boat. 
We found next morning that we were 
oniy a short half-mile above Victoria. 
It was too late and dark to pitch the 
tent that night, so we rolled in our 
blankets and slept on the boat, slept as 
soundly as any one can with a herd of 
hungry mosquitoes wanting refresh- 




ments. Several times we were startled 
by the hoot of an owl in the nearby 
trees, occasionally we heard the mourn- 
ful yip-yowl of a coyote, and once away 
in the distance a dog barked, sounding 
to me strangely out of place. 

The next forenoon passed calmly, 
long stretches of comparative idleness 
alternating with short ones of hard 
work. One or two small rapids were 
passed in safety and we began to hope 
that we should see home that evening. 
But it was not to be. About four we 
reached Crooked Rapids, the only place 
on the river we had worried about, and 
passed through and on in safety. Our 
troubles were over now surely, so I lay 
down for a little quiet sleep. The boats 
were going along nicely when the pilot 
Frenchman saw the water breaking 
over a boulder square in the course 
ahead. The utmost efforts to turn the 
boats were unavailing, and my sleep 
was broken by a tremendous crash and 
jar as the foremost boat struck the 
rock. Trie force of the water swung 
the boats, and the rear one missed the 
rock entirely, while the front one was 
scraped from corner to corner. The 
water commenced to rise in the dam- 
aged boat, and although I manned the 
hand pump at once it gained rapidly in 
depth. We pulled nearer shore, and 
about two miles farther down found a 
place to snub. The last mile was one 
of terribly hard work, for the extra 
weight of the water made the boats ex- 

ceedingly heavy to manage. One of the 
Frenchmen had sustained such a severe 
nervous shock that he had to empty 
nearly a whole bottle of gin to regain 
his composure. I might add that he 
had brought the liquor to frighten 
away any colds that might be wander- 
ing around loose. 

We unloaded all perishable goods 
from the broken scow and piled some 
on the bank and some on the smaller 
boat. The next morning we untied the 
small scow from its leader, which was 
now resting securely on the bottom, 
rigged up a small sweep in its prow, 
and pushed out for the last time. Gold 
Island was passed ; another long, grav- 
elly island, and in a little while we 
rounded a big. gentle curve and saw 
Storm Hill looming up ; home was 
near. A short half-hour more and we 
swung gradually into shore and 
snubbed for the last time. The French 
family living at the landing, including 
the mother, two grown-up daughters 
and several youngsters came hurry- 
ing down to meet our passengers. 
One of the Frenchmen was a relation 
of theirs, the other ones — well, they 
were going to be soon. All came in for 
a goodly share of greetings, which 
were very realistic, and no doubt high- 
ly satisfactory. Then everybody clam- 
bered up the bank, and in a few min- 
utes rapids, mosquitoes and other evils 
were forgotten in the attractions of a 
well-loaded table. 


Photo by H. B. Herrick 



Sweet with the perfume of the long days dead, 
Old Memory knocked softly at my door, 
And bade me dream of times agone, once more- 

When Life, and Youth, the optimist, were wed, 

And rosy moments gauzy winged, quick sped, 
And golden hours yielded me their store : 
Old Memory, from Time's receding shore, 

Came back to conjure up the joy days fled. 

I strolled beside the singing rill, I heard 
The rustle of the forest breezes, and 
The trilling cadence of the mocking bird ; 

Dream-bound, I wandered o'er the meadow land 
With, all beyond, the yellow ripening grain, 
And, close beside, the cricket's sad refrain. 



VER ride a motor-cycle? 
It's great ! Many years 
ago when the modern ma- 
chine, perfect in appoint- 
ment and unlimited in 
power, was but a vision 
of the far future we used 
to get up quite early on a 
Sunday morning, don a 
suit of worn-out apparel, 
grease up the chain on the 
old wheel, and proceed to< 
kick ourselves over as many miles of 
road and pavement as our wearied ex- 
tremities would stand for. The coun- 
try lanes invited us, the balmy air filled 
our jaded systems, and we returned at 
night filled with joy in living, a desire 
for a hot bath, and much fatigue. And 
oh, the memory of those awful hills ! 
Like a dismal blot on a perfect page, 
how they spoiled the beauty of the 
otherwise perfect ensemble ! Often we 
realized as we felt the steady drag and 
pressure of the rising grade, that life 
would never be complete till we had 
secured a new means of locomotion, 
combining the speed of the wind, the 
hill-climbing ability of a cart-horse, and 
the ready adaptability and simplicity of 
the old reliable bike ! 

And to-day, as if to satisfy that very 
longing, the dream has been realized, 
the ideal has been accomplished — the 
motor-cycle stands before us. Come 
with me this pleasant morning. We 
trundle the machines out of the shed, 
stop but for a moment to be sure that 
tanks are full, try the spark, feel the 
tires, and take a look at nuts and bolts. 
Everything seems right. We mount 
the machine, kick the compression on, 
turn in the lever, and we are off. The 
pavements skim by under the restive 
and eager wheels, the city line is 
reached, and the broad country lies be- 
fore us. 

To describe the positive exhilaration 
of a well-timed motor-cycle on a smooth 
road is beyond my power, therefore 
will I attempt it not. I can only ask 
you to imagine the glorious sensation 
of the road as it slips by beneath us, 
the rushing of the wind by our ears, 
and the feeling of reliability which the 
well-timed spark and proper mixture 
give us as the regular throb of the en- 
gine tells us that its work is being prop- 
erly done. The joys of the automobile 
are too well known to need mention 
here, but the automobilist knows as lit- 
tle of the pleasure of the two-wheeled 
motor as does the rider in a carriage 
appreciate the sport of an equestrian 
mounted on a favorite hunter. The 
first idea of the beginner at the game is 
to open up, turn on all speed, and soon 
we are striving to keep in sight a flee> 
ing figure far ahead. But we know 
how it is, and with the full assurance 
that this mad desire for speed will soon 
wear itself out, we are contented to 
plug along at a reasonable rate with a 
well-defined idea that we will get there 
about as soon as our eager comrade. 
And soon we see him, his machine 
against the fence, his hands full of mis- 
cellaneous tools, and a mind uncertain 
whether to take off a tire, cuss the en- 
gine, or telephone for a horse. We dis- 
mount, look the machine over, and find 
that the gasoline feed-cock has been 
jarred shut by the speed of the engine. 
We turn it on again, flood the carbure- 
tor, and in a moment are speeding 
along again as merrily as before. 

At the bottom of the hill one of the 
party dismounts to get a drink and we 
keep on, but at the top we, too, dis- 
mount to rest for a moment in the 
shade. We draw in big lungfuls of the 
bracing air, and wish we were dead — 
not. Presently we hear the roar of an 
open exhaust, and we see our thirsty 


"Gasolene from the hotel keeper" 

friend turning the crest of the hill. 
Tired ? Not he ! His machine has been 
"going faster all the way up," he glee- 
fully informs us. A few miles further 
on we begin to feel that the inner man 
is being neglected, and so at the first 
roadhouse we stop for dinner, and, 
profiting by past experiences, secure 
enough gasoline from the hotel-keeper 
to fill our partly exhausted tanks. 

Somehow the ride home always 
seems shorter than the trip out. It 
seems but a few moments till the cross- 
roads are reached, and the old tree 
which marks the "half-way." We pres- 
ently begin to congratulate ourselves 
that for once we will make a trip with- 
out marring incident. But not so. Sud- 
denly our wheel hits a stone and the 
jar of the impact is followed by a ter- 
rible crash and rumble from the engine. 
We shut off the power, dismount has- 
tily, and find that one of the links in the 
chain has given away. A new link is 
quickly inserted, and we are presently 
as good as ever. 

As we ride slowly along in the even- 
ing sunlight, we can hear far behind us 

the muffled whirr of some big four- 
cylinder, which is tearing along the 
road at a race-horse clip. In a moment 
the honk-honk of the horn warns us 
that we must get out of the way. But 
shall we admit for a moment that any 
four-wheeled machine shall crowd us 
out of the road? By the shades of the 
full gasoline tank — a thousand times 
no ! So we set back the spark and open 
the throttle ready for a spurt, and as 
the coughing monster approaches us 
we begin to let her out. We can hear 
the driver turn on more power, but he 
must turn on a lot if he is going to pass 
us by. We will let him work up all the 
speed his big heavy-loaded machine is 
capable of, in reckless defiance of law 
or ordinance, but at a proper moment 
our spark goes way over, the light ma- 
chine fairly jumps from the ground as 
we leap ahead. Hitting only the high 
places, we cover a couple of miles, gain- 
ing all the time, but soon we cross the 
city line, where blue-coated minions of 
the law and a sense of consideration for 
the public safety combine to check us 
down, and we slowly roll home without 




further incident. Will we eat? Watch 
us ! 

And we will find that on Monday 
morning our tireless steed is both ready 
and willing to serve us again. No mat- 
ter how far from our' work our homes 
may be, we are independent of the 
street cars, and can feel assured that 
we will get there on time. Not only as 
a means to a glorious outing, but as a 
steady, reliable, every-day convenience, 
the motor-cycle stands in its appointed 
place. Distance ceases to exist for us 
now. Without care or attention be- 
yond that of a bicycle, exacting only a 
supply of gasoline and oil, and demand- 
ing only a common-sense treatment as 
to its care, it will carry us mile after 
mile, day after day, and last us season 
after season. 

But there is one phase of the motor- 
cycle game which I never could quite 
understand. To the ordinary mortal, a 
motor-cyclist is either a speed-crazed 
freak or else a reckless fool. Why this 
should be I know not. Possibly the old 
days when the "infernal machine" 
served to pace the riders on the track 

has much to do wiih it, and the public 
has not as yet realized thai a pacing 

machine and a motor-cycle are not one 
and the same. But the fact remains 
that while to a very few of my friends 
I am a hero, to the majority I am only 
a suitable risk for an accident insur- 
ance company to reject. Time and 
time again 1 have heard people say, "I 
wouldn't get on one of those machines 
for a hundred dollars." Perhaps not, 
But I feel fully as safe on my machine 
as I do in my bed. Occasionally some- 
body makes a few pointed remarks 
about the danger of the game, and I 
then admit that a reckless man has no 
business on a motor. Neither has he 
any business driving a horse. Come, 
let us reason together. Did you ever 
know of a man getting killed on a mo- 
tor-cycle unless he was racing and de- 
liberately taking great chances, or even 
then ? Well, no, — but they might. Possi- 
bly, but how many people are killed hunt- 
ing every year ? Would you say a man 
was safer in a boat than on a motor-cy- 
cle ? Did you ever see a party riding to 
hounds? Or a game of football? And 

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all these are considered not only as 
proper sport, but as pastimes to be en- 
couraged in every way. To my mind, 
the dangers of reasonable motorcycling 
exist mainly in the minds of persons 
who have never been on a machine in 
their lives. In the matter of control a 
motor-cycle can be stopped much more 
quickly than a wheel, as you have the 
powerful compression of the engine to 
aid as a brake if the spark is cut out, 
and the efficient pedal brake in addi- 
tion. I have frequently gotten out of 
a tight place by turning on all reserve 
power and shooting ahead of an obsta- 
cle. I can run from four to thirty 
miles an hour simply on the spark con- 
trol. People complain of the noise. A 
powerful motor-cycle engine running 
with the spark back and the muffle cut 
out makes an awful bang, but I can run 
my machine within five feet of people 
without their hearing me coining. In 
fact I often have to open my muffle to 
keep from running over them. A rea- 
sonable skill in setting spark and throt- 
tle will make a standard machine as 
still as a sewing-machine. But when I 
get away into the country, where noise 
is no object, I open up to keep my en- 
gine cooler and see what kind of explo- 
sions I am getting. 

Two questions are almost invariably 
asked by everyone to whom I show my 
machine, "How fast will she go?" and 
"How far on that much gasoline?" I 
always try to evade a direct reply. I 
never rode a racing machine and never 
timed a mile on a road machine. Twen- 
ty miles an hour is a good touring 
speed. It is also a good tiring speed, 
and I rather like a slower pace. The 
speed question very quickly settles it- 

self. My machine never yet failed to 
get there in a reasonable time. A good 
road machine never should be limited 
to a gasoline capacity of less than 
seventy-five miles, — and there you 

Troubles? Yes, I've had 'em. I 
have been lucky, I'll admit. Never had 
but one puncture, and got that right in 
front of a repair shop. Most of the 
troubles of the beginner are only those 
of ignorance. If you make it a golden 
rule never to take your machine out of 
the house without filling* the oil and 
gasoline tanks, your machine will ap- 
preciate your kindness by carrying you 
many miles without further attention . 
It is more disastrous to start out on a 
long trip without oil than without gas- 
"oline. An engine without gasoline 
won't run, without oil it will run, and 
run itself to pieces. Look your ma- 
chine over daily for loose screws and 
nuts. If you hear a squeak, get off at 
once and search diligently till you find 
it. Tighten up all your battery con- 
nections and tape them, and don't try 
to run on exhausted batteries. Finally, 
don't try to jump too wide a ditch, and 
never, under any circumstances, try to 
climb a tree. If you mind the above, 
nothing short of a broken part will 
stick you. I haven't had a broken part 
in four seasons' riding. If my feeble 
remarks could but persuade one jaded 
office-toiler to but taste the joys of the 
empowered wheel, I am sure that the 
disease contracted could be cured but 
in one way, and that according to the 
practice of the homeopathic school. 
Get a motor-cycle, know what real joy 
in living is, and don't forget to join the 
F. A. M. 

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We are alone, absolutely alone, on this 
chance planet; amid all the forms of life 
that 'surround us, not one, excepting the dog - , 
has made an alliance with us. — Maeterlinck. 

OBODY knew 
whence Trilby came 
or who were his pro- 
genitors. He hap- 
pened into our lives 
one summer morn- 
ing when we were 
at breakfast. A 
shadow fell across the door to the sound 
of a timid knocking. It was the sort 
of a knock that a nervous young book 
agent would give who had just begun 
to realize that the dissemination of 
moral and elevating volumes was not 
likely to lead to the glorious and happy 
career predicted to him by an enthusi- 
astic sales-manager. But we were de- 
termined to be inveigled into buying no 
more unnecessary tomes. As it was, 
the coffee-pot rested on a Webster dic- 
tionary, and I reclined amid a subscrip- 
tion set of the World's Best Books. 
Billy, particularly annoyed at the per- 
sistent refusal of editors to regard his 
poems as worth printing, shouted 
angrily : 

"Get out There's nothing doing." 
We heard retreating steps and were 

A week later, at the same time, we 
heard this hypothetical agent again ; 
and Billy, feeling he owed him some re- 
turn for his behavior of the last week, 
determined to invite him in to have 
coffee, asking us, at the same time, to 
restrain him, by force if necessary, 
from purchasing any book under any 
condition whatsoever. I was nearer the 
door than he, and when I reached it I 
understood that the timid knocking 
was caused by the gently wagging tail 
of one of the biggest and yellowest 

dogs I have ever seen. He looked tip 
in my face with big, honest eyes. 

"I am glad," said I, "to meet you 
Will you come in and have some break- 

He followed me in with perfect grav- 
ity and sat down. Lorry, who dislikes 
dogs on prejudices, which he miscalls 
principles, was for the animal's ejec- 
tion. Billy and I stood for him while 
the Other Man was neutral. 

Trilby declined coffee, but accepted 
some condensed milk and what was left 
of the sausages. He seemed to eat with 
considerable restraint ; and our later 
knowledge of him convinces me that on 
his first visit he was not far from star- 
vation ; but he would not show it, al- 
though he could have eaten everything 
in the house, for, after all, Trilby was 
a gentleman. 

We called him Trilby because his feet 
were so noticeable, and in those days 
Du Maurier was still remembered. 
They were large, and there were two 
toes missing from one of them, which 
gave him a peculiar halting gait. In- 
deed, to hear Trilby move reminded one 
of a telegraphic instrument clicking out 
three short taps and a long one. 

Trilby's coat was fine, and denoted 
distinguished ancestry at a probably re- 
mote period. He was the sort of dog 
over whose parentage everyone can say 
something true. Billy saw in him dis- 
tinct traces of the Great Dane. We 
agreed with Billy. Lorry fancied the 
head was indicative of the English mas- 
tiff, and we were fain to admit it. The 
Other Man saw in his feet the dachs- 
hund, and we could not conscientiously 
say he was wrong. I was reminded as 


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I looked at his powerful shoulders of 
the big trek-hunds which pull carts in 
Belgium. This theory was unanimously 
accepted. Other men, when they called 
on us, found fresh traces of other 
breeds, and it became a matter of pride 
when a fresh soecies was introduced in- 
to his family-tree. Through it all 
Trilby sat and smiled. He had the 
most wonderful eyes I have ever seen 
in a dog. Beautiful, big, brown, honest 
eyes they were, and no animal possess- 
ing them could be false. 

But on this first morning Lorry was 
not his friend, and directly breakfast 
was ended suggested his removal. 
Billy and I were against it, and the 
Other Man being, as usual, neutral, it 
was agreed that Trilby should stay. 
But when we came home — we had left 
Lorry in charge — the dog had gone. 
Lorry declared that he had merely said 
to the dog that he was a nuisance. On 
being pressed, he admitted qualifying 
the word Nuisance. Trilby, thereupon, 
and he stuck to his point, arose and dis- 
appeared. For a week Lorry's life was 
one of abuse. At the end of this time 
Trilby returned and was formally 
adopted. At first I don't think he cared 
very much for the Other Man or Lorry, 
although he was consistently courteous 
to them. Lorry is small, and Trilby 
persisted in regarding him very much as 
a spoiled child. He would accompany 
him to the ferry, and was disinclined 
to let him abroad alone after dark. All 
this was to Lorry's mind an insult, and 
he hurled reproaches and rocks at his 
protector, who only smiled kindly at 
him from his regulation distance of 
fifty yards. 

But a time came when Lorry was 
very glad to have him there. The old 
woman who attended to us was used 
to go home at five every night ; all er- 
rands run after that hour were run by 
us. One night Lorry had letters to 
write and found there was — unwise vir- 
gins that we were — no oil in the house. 
The village shop would close at six, and 
the only thing to be done was to fetch 
it himself. Thus, with disgust, for 

Lorry had social aspirations and had 
heard of a fashionable club in London 
where members are blackballed if they 
have ever been seen to carry a parcel — 
he started to the shop a half mile away. 
As he neared the cottage he beheld, 
bearing down him and cutting off 
all avenues of escape, an elderly lady 
accompanied by a very much younger 
and prettier one. Now it so happened 
that Lorry had marked the elder down 
as a desirable mother-in-law while the 
other was to be the principal heroine in 
a little drama he was weaving. This 
drama, by the way, developed later into 
a farce, but it was a serious business 
then as he drew near to them oil-can in 
hand. To be seen with such a thing he 
felt would be social extinction, and he 
gazed 'round despairingly to meet the 
inquiring eye of Trilby. In desperation 
he put the handle into the dog's mouth 
and told him to go home. Trilby, with- 
out a moment's hesitation, performed 
the errand, and a minute later Lorry, 
looking as if oil were as far removed 
from him as Hoboken, was looking into 
his divinity's eyes. This did much to 
win Lorry's heart. The Other Man, 
who read Mallarme, but in his less lofty 
hours dabbled in real estate, grew to 
believe in Trilby's wonderful intelli- 
gence. By intelligence it must not be 
supposed that Trilby was one of these 
impossibilities, who, on being sent to 
post with a letter, bring it back and in- 
dicate by a pointing paw that a word is 
wrongly spelled. 

Trilby was a reasoning animal and a 
friend. On Sunday afternoon the Other 
Man's fiancee came to see him, and 
Trilby came forward to greet her with 
the perfect courtesy he invariably ex- 

But she drew back and wondered in 
a very shrill voice why we could tol- 
erate such a hideous beast near us. It 
was the most yellow of all yellow dogs, 
and if she had her way she would have 
it shot. She waved her parasol at him 

I did not dare to meet Trilby's eye. 
I was wretched with shame to think I 



knew a man whose fiancee could use 
such brutal language and abuse hospi- 
tality to such an extent. I know that 
Billy felt so, too, for I heard him ex- 
plaining at length to Trilby when he 
thought we were all asleep. 

A week later the Other Man startled 
us at breakfast by asking this question : 

"Don't you think," he said, "that cru- 
elty in a woman is a terrible thing?" 
We all agreed that it was. 

"And beside," he said as he rose from 
the table, "Trilby is not yellow in a 
strict sense of the word." 

When he had gone we looked at each 
other and whistled softly. So it had 
been given to Trilby to wean the Other 
Man from the affection of a most un- 
worthy woman ! 

This was another of the useful ac- 
tions of Trilby. 

Trilby's life must have been very 
happy then, but even he had trials to 
bear. In the case of the Spotted Dog, 
I am bound to say he accepted them 
with a fortitude which would have done 
credit to the proudest hound in all 
Sparta. The Spotted Dog must have 
been possessed of the spirit of divina- 
tion in no uncommon measure, for he 
always knew when Trilby went village- 
ward for oil. It was on these occasions 
that the Spotted Dog lay in wait and 
harried our messenger in the rear. It 
all arose out of Trilby's acceptance of 
the word Duty. Perhaps his definition 
was too fine for modern manners ; but 
if given a parcel to carry he deemed it 
wrong, unfaithful to his trust, to put it 
down until his journey was accomp- 
lished. And this the Spotted Dog knew, 
and poor Trilby, whose pedal extremi- 
ties were not conducive to rapid trav- 
eling, could only make guttural sounds 
and try to bite his tormentor with a 
mouth full of other things than teeth. 
Directly the oil, or whatever it was, 
was given into the charge of one of us 
Trilby would go back to where he last 
saw the Spotted One, intent, not on 
vengeance, but proper chastisement. 
And alas ! the Spotted Dog was safely 
resting on his unvirtuous couch a mile 

or more away. When we found thii 

out one of us would make an excuse In 
walk into the village with Trilby; be- 
cause, as we assured ourselves, il was 
unsafe to intrust him with the postage- 
stamps we needed. 

Only once did Trilby leave us, and 
that was under peculiar circumstances. 
I was walking back with him from the 
village when a singularly beautiful girl 
passed on horseback accompanied by a 
man of — to use the phraseology of a 
former day — a sinister aspect. Trilby 
gave a glad bark of welcome and raced 
after them in the fading light. We had 
no oil or oil-can until Trilby returned 
two days later very footsore and with 
only half the oil. For a week he seemed 
depressed, and Billy immortalized the 
episode in verse, and Lorry drew pic- 
tures of a beauteous maid escaping on 
a fiery mustang from the clutches of a 
demon lover, while toiling in the rear 
came Trilby and the oil-can. 

With the end of the summer came 
many debates as to Trilby's lot in win- 
ter. Billy was going to Florida, Lorry 
was bound for the Islands, while the 
Other Man and I were to share a tiny 
apartment where Trilby would have no 
air and no exercise. So we decided to 
send Trilby as a boarder to the man 
from whom we bought vegetables. He 
was to have one dollar a week and we 
paid him in advance until Christmas. I 
was away from Manhattan a great deal 
that fall, and it was not until Christ- 
mas morning that the Other Man and 
I went over to call on Trilby, bearing- 
various trifles from a delicatessen store 
we knew he would like. 

The cottage in which we hoped to 
find him was empty, and its former 
proprietor in prison. Vague and un- 
sympathetic were the reports of Trilby's 
probable destinies. 

One man guessed he had been shot 
and another that the rigorous December 
had starved him. Some slight interest 
was awakened when we offered a re- 
ward for any authentic information 
concerning him, but their attitude was 
one of profound pity that men with 



money should take so much trouble 
about a mere dog. 

I think the hope that perhaps Trilby 
might come back to us was largely the 
cause of our retaking the cottage on the 
bluff. The first few weeks' without him 
were terribly lonely ones. We missed 
his kind, wise old face and the little 
bark of pleasure which was wont to 
greet us on our return, and at every 
sound we would listen hoping it might 
be our Odysseus returned. 

At last one rainy night we heard in 
the distance the three short steps and 
the one long that heralded Trilby's ap- 
proach. A moment later, for none of 
us could move, we heard that mellow 
baritone of his lifted up in joy ; for 
doors were no doors to Trilby when the 
friends he loved were near. 

But Trilby was very thin, and half 
of his right ear was gone, and he was 
feebler than we had ever seen him. The 
veterinarian we called in said he had 
probably been starving and would need 
all kinds of nourishing foods. He had 
port wine in beef tea, and Lorry only 
forebore to cook other dainties for him 
when we assured him that such ex- 
ecrable cooking would defeat its own 

When the warm weather came Trilby 
regained his old strength and the 
amount of oil we bought simply to 
gratify his desire to carry a full can, 
must have inflated Rockefeller's stocks. 

It happened that all four of us were 
to be in New York for the winter, and 
we determined to live near the Park, 
so that Trilby might have daily prome- 
nades. He sat on the stoop and smiled 
down on us when we came near to 
quarreling as to whom should take him 
out on Sundays. That was a delightful 
summer, and I think we were all the 
happier and better for a dog's com- 

It was Trilby's habit to make a last 
patrol of the cottage before turning in 
for the night. One night, early in Sep- 
tember, it was so hot, that, for the sake 
of coolness I left my bed, and with only 

a light covering over me, tried to rest 
on the veranda. I don't know how long 
I had slept when the sound of the three 
short steps succeeded by the long one, 
partially awoke me. Even in the semi- 
somnolent state I was in I noticed that 
he seemed to climb the seven steps to 
the veranda with marked slowness. 
Presently he came to my side and licked 
my face, and I, desiring sleep more 
than any earthly blessing, told him to 
be a good man and lie down. 

It grew so cold in the early morning 
that I determined to return to my bed 
and finish my eight hours of sleep. 
Trilby was lying at my side, his nose 
resting as was usual on one paw so that 
he might scent any danger to the friends 
he loved. 

It was light enough to see some dark 
stain on the painted white boards of the 
veranda, and I stooped to examine them 
and found they seemed to end with 

Something seemed to frighten me, 
and I called sharply. 

"Trilby, Trilby," I said. 

But for the first time those honest 
eyes did not look up with love into 
mine, nor did his tail wag. 

Trilby was dead and in his side was 
a hideous gun-shot wound. There was 
his body lying stiff in the cold morning 
light, and his soul gazing clown on us 
from some other place. What does it 
matter where? The Moon maybe, or 
the Dog Star. Somewhere it must be, 
for how can the soul of a friend like 
Trilby pass into the waste of nothing- 

I called to the others and we 
mourned together. 

There are some things in my life of 
which I am very much ashamed ; but 
that I knelt by his side and cried is 
not one of them. Under the pine trees 
with his head turned toward the road 
by which we came nightly from the 
ferry, so that he might rest the happier, 
we laid him. And there he must rest 
until the end of all things — our 


Taking trolling by John A. Morrison, between Fishers' Landing and Grass 
Point, St. Lawrence River 


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T was one of those hot, 
dusty afternoons, by no 
means wholly unknown 
on the plateau region of 
New Mexico. The glare 
of the sunlight on the 
broad, sandy stretches of 
the Rio Puerco valley was 
exceedinkly trying to eyes 
unused to the strain, and 
one or two of the party 
loudly deplored the fact 
that we had failed to provide our- 
selves with dark-colored glasses. Hav- 
ing spent several years in the Terri- 
tory, I was more accustomed to the 
bright reflection from sandy soil, but 
my two companions, Oliver and Ed- 
wards, were just from Eastern cities, 
and suffered accordingly. The three 
of us had been camping in the San 
Mateo Mountains, about twenty miles 
south west of the little mining town 
of Magdalena, and were now on 
our way to Albuquerque. The river 
roads being in poor condition, we had 
taken the more roundabout route west 
of the Bear Mountains,- and were now 
within a long day's drive of our des- 

While this near home, and with the 
peaks of the Sandias easily visible on 
the horizon, our trouble had com- 
menced. A friendly Mexican had vol- 
unteered the information that a much 
nearer route to Albuquerque could be 
found by driving up the Puerco valley 
a few miles and then turning eastward 
over the mesa. Following his directions, 
as we supposed, we continued up the 
valley some miles, but found our road 
gradually bearing off to the west, with 
no branch to the east. In our uncer- 
tainty we were relieved to see another 
Mexican coming slowly towards us, rid- 
ing a skepy-looking burro. Replying 

to our questions he told us that he knew 
of no short route to the city, but that 
he had a camp a mile or two further 
west 'from which a wagon-trail led to 
San Ignacio. I knew the road from 
San Ignacio to Albuquerque, and since 
we had come so far along the wrong 
way we decided it would be better to 
follow the trail than to turn back. We 
found the Mexican's camp without dif- 
ficulty, and from it a fairly-good, wag- 
on-trail leading away to the north. And 
so it happened that on this hot after- 
noon, late in June, we were driving 
along the dusty trail with the hot sun 
above us and the hot sands below. 

The valley of the Rio Puerco, at the 
point of interest to us now, is several 
miles broad and as level as a floor. A 
scattered growth of sage relieves the 
monotony of the sand, while the wind- 
ings of the river itself are marked by a 
much-broken line of green — clumps of 
cottonwood trees growing only along 
the river's brink. The "river" is a nar- 
row gorge, some forty or fifty feet in 
depth, whose sandy bed is usually dry, 
save during the rainy season, or just 
after occasional showers. Were it not 
for the cottonwood trees no one at a 
distance would suspect the presence of 
the river, for the walls of the gorge are 
vertical, as a rule, and it is but rarely 
that one can find a point where the 
sides are sloping. 

As the afternoon wore away we no- 
ticed that the trail we were following 
was also 1 bearing off to the west,, and 
soon it left the river valley for the ups 
and downs of the foothills. This was 
unfortunate enough, but, to increase 
our annoyance, the trail grew fainter 
and rougher, gradually disappearing in 
that mysterious way peculiar to western 
trails. At last nothing remained but a 
double-wagon trail, and, after careful 




examination, I felt sure it must be the 
track of the same wagon, going and re- 
turning. About four o'clock we drove 
down into a little viga, where grass had 
evidently been recently cut. The rem- 
nant of our trail showed one large loop 
of a single wagon's tracks, where the 
wagon had come into the meadow, 
turned around, and gone back. We 
were a day's journey from the spring 
we had left that morning, our own sup- 
ply of water now exhausted, and our 
ponies tired out by a hot day's work 
with nothing to drink. Under these 
circumstances we could hardly expect 
to turn back., except as a last resort 
Yet, there was not the sign of a trail 
by which me might go forward. 

To the man who has attempted 
"cross-country" traveling in south- 
western lands the undesirability of 
such journeys will appeal with peculiar 
force. He may even take occasion to 
smile at our lack of good judgment in 
deciding - on the course we did. But the 
green of those cottonwoods only a few 
miles out across the flats spoke to our 
parched lips of the probability of run- 
ning water, and the appeal was too 
strong to resist. Besides, the level 
mesa was but two or three miles be- 
yond the river, and if we could only 
gain that point a cross-country journey 
from there on would present no serious 

"Well, what do you say, fellows?" 
I asked, ready to let my companions de- 
cide the question, so that I might es- 
cape all responsibility in case any dis- 
comfort resulted. But my pretty 
scheme was immediately spoiled. Ed- 
wards had noticed the outlines of sev- 
eral ugly gullies between us and the 
river. "Go back the way we came," 
he said quickly. Oliver looked beyond 
the gullies to the wavy line of green. 
"Make for the river as fast as we can," 
was his reply. Thus was the decision 
forced upon me, and, after considering 
the condition of the ponies, the time of 
day, and the various other elements in- 
volved. I cast my vote with Oliver's. 

The next three hours were spent in 

crossing the few miles of flats between 
the foothills and the Rio Puerco, Ed- 
wards driving, while Oliver and I went 
well in advance, looking for the best 
places to cross the gullies. Of the lat- 
ter there seemed to be an inexhaustible 
supply, and two or three of the worst 
ones very nearly balked our progress. 
But, by dint of persevering searches 
along the gully's edge, hard work 
with pick and shovel in improving 
those places that appeared least peril- 
ous, and owing to the excellent strength 
of our light mountain wagon, we 
camped that night on the bank of the 
Rio Puerco. 

But what a disappointment it proved ! 
Where we first struck the so-called 
river it was as dry as the sandy flats 
over which we had just come. A 
search both up and down the "stream" 
was necessary, and it was some time 
before two shots in quick succession 
from Oliver's rifle told us that he had 
found water. When we joined him 
some moments later we found our sal- 
vation in the form of two scum-cov- 
ered pools of a warm solution of va- 
rious alkaline salts. Still, our luck was 
not uniformly bad, for this was one oi 
the few places where at least one bank 
of the river was sloping — the one 
where we were camped, Tt is true that 
the opposite bank was a sheer cliff 
thirty-five or forty feet high, but we 
hoped to find a better place when morn- 
ing came. 

While Edwards and I prepared the 
evening meal of bacon and biscuits Oli- 
ver succeeded in scaling the opposite 
bank farther downstream and walked 
over eastward to the foot of the mesa. 
On his return he reported that there 
was no road between us and the mesa, 
and that he could find no place where 
a wagon could get up on the mesa 
from the valley below. The outlook 
was not encouraging. Our ponies, 
when led down to water, pawed the 
edge of the pool and snorted angrily, 
but refused to drink, thirsty though 
they were. For our own use we made 
the water into coflee, but found it anv- 


Photo by Professor D. W. Johnson 

thing but palatable. As were already 
longer on the journey than we had an- 
ticipated the grain for the ponies was 
getting low, only enough for one small 
feed being left after giving them their 
supper that night. But all of our 
troubles were soon forgotten, for we 
rolled into our blankets and slept. 

Next morning we were up before 
the sun, and breakfast was over before 
he rose above the mesa into the clear 
blue of a typical New Mexico sky. A 
rainy day was a blessing hardly to be 
hoped for, as the rainy season had not 
yet begun. Edwards made an excur- 
sion down the river some distance, and 
found where the opposite bank could 
be made accessible by an hour's work 
with pick and shovel. We accordingly 
removed all of our outfit to the ground 
and let the empty wagon go backwards 
down the sloping bank near camp, into 
the river, controlling it with a long 
rope tied to the tongue and then drawn 
around one of the trees. It was an easy 
matter to get the wagon down to the 
place selected by Edwards, but here 
the real work began. The bank at this 
point was formed by a series of steps, 

each one several feet high, but broad 
and flat on top. The first of these steps 
was the worst, and we set to work to 
cut out a roadway., building up the in- 
cline with the excavated dirt. In less 
than an hour the task was done, and, 
hitching both the ponies and ourselves 
to the end of the long rope, we pulled 
the empty wagon up the first step. 
Thrice more was this process gone 
through with, but as the other steps 
were less difficult they were soon 
passed, and we drove the wagon back 
to a point on the bank just opposite 

Turning the ponies loose to let them 
graze, the reloading was accomplished 
by carrying the things down the slope 
to the foot of the wall, and then haul- 
ing them up over the cliff with a rope. 
This done, and our canteens filled with 
the salty water, we again continued on 
our cross-country trip, our immediate 
plan being to drive over to the foot of the 
mesa, and then continue north until we 
found some place where we could get 
up to its level top. In this way we 
would avoid the worst part of the nu- 
merous gullies, which were impassable 



nearer the river. Even here we found Half after four o'clock found us face 
the ground extremely rough, and two to face with a couple of hundred yards 
of the party had to walk ahead of the of the worst driving" I ever saw during 
wagon continuously., prospecting for my stay in the Territory. Where we 
passable routes. The sun seemed even first began the ascent it was necessary 
more unrelenting than the day before, to hold down the upper side of the 
and the sands were correspondingly wagon in. order to prevent its upset- 
hotter. The ponies had condescended ting". Then, by a quick turn we were 
to drink before leaving camp, but un- able to gain the apex of the sharp 
less they were more fortunate than we, ridge, where the ponies could take a 
it did them little good. Instead of breathing spell. From this point it was 
quenching our thirst the salty water a question of two or three steep climbs, 
seemed to increase it, besides making with a chance to rest on less precipi- 
us sick. In regard to provisions, the tous slopes between. If the ponies 
ponies were less fortunate, having were equal to the task all would be 
eaten the last of the grain that morn- well in .a few moments' time. If they 
ing, while we had plenty of provisions, lost control of the wagon for an in- 
About two o'clock we stopped in the stant the whole outfit would surely go 
shade of a low cedar and ate a light down the steep sides of the ridge to the 
lunch, giving the ponies a chance to gully below. We emptied the wagon 
rest and graze. So far we had been of its load and fastened a long rope to 
unable to find a way to the mesa above the front end of the tongue. With pick 
us. The ponies were very evidently and spade we changed the hard, smooth 
becoming worn out, the pull through surface of the steepest slopes into a 
heavy sand, over rough country, and sort of "make-believe" stairway — 
without roads, telling on them severely rough enough to give the ponies a bet- 
in their half-fed condition. The ab- ter foothold. Then, with Oliver and 
normal thirst, which compelled all of Edwards at the rope in front, and urg- 
us to drink heavily of a water we de- ing the ponies to their utmost endeav- 
tested. had lowered the contents of our ors by voice and whip, we started up 
canteens alarmingly. The problem the hill with a dash, 
was now a very simple one. We must Only a moment and we stood pant- 
get to the top of that escarpment and ing for breath at the top of the first 
cut across the mesa to the Indian hard pull. A good, long rest, and then 
pueblo of Isleta, even if we had to the second hill was as successfully 
abandon the wagon temporarily to do passed. The last was the shortest, but 
so. Oliver and myself accordingly steepest, of all, and many were our 
set out on another exploring tour, misgivings as we confronted it. But 
climbing to the top of the cliff and the pick and spade were again called 
keeping along its edge, hunting the into action, and some improvement ef- 
most accessible points. To the north fected. A shout, a dash, two ponies 
I found several places where the ponies lying almost on their bellies and crawl- 
could get up, but no place where it ing along, as it seemed — and we could 
would be possible to take the wagon, look across the rolling, grassy plains 
About a mile further south Oliver to the valley of the Rio* Grande. A 
found a ridge leading up to the mesa rather feeble, but sincere and expres- 
along which he thought it might be sive shout went up when we knew the 
possible to get a wagon, although he victory was won. Piece by piece the 
considered it a very dubious proposi- load was carried up the hill and re- 
tion. After a council of war we de- packed in the wagon. The light of the 
cided to take the latter route, intend- late afternoon sun made the Las Lu- 
ing to leave the wagon when absolutely nas volcano stand out in bold relief, 
necessary. while the position of the Isleta cone 

■I. J* 

made accessible by an hours work " 


Photo by Professor D. W. Johnson 

was just discernible. Toward the lat- 
ter point we urged the tired and faith- 
ful ponies, making but slow progress. 

Sunset gave place to twilight, and 
that in turn to darkness. Still we 
plodded along., until nearly eleven 
o'clock, when the ponies stopped short 
and refused to go another step. Turn- 
ing them loose to find what comfort 
they could in the dry grass about us, 
we partook of some bread and con- 
densed milk, and rolled into our 
blankets. By four o'clock in the morn- 
ing the ponies were again in the har- 
ness, and we were slowly lessening the 
distance between us and the Indian 

Many are the pilgrimages made to 

the quaint Isleta, but it may well be 
doubted if ever the doors of the pueblo 
opened to receive a more thankful trio 
than entered there that beautiful sum- 
mer morning. Water running in an 
escequia gave the ponies a chance to 
drink, while the hospitable agent gave 
us right of way at his well. A beef 
had been recently killed in the village, 
and we secured a supply of fresh meat 
for the breakfast we prepared under 
the shade of a cottonwood beside the 
escequia. All our trials were forgotten 
as we devoured that camp breakfast, a 
meal which seemed to us even more 
appetizing than the sumptuous repast 
served at the elegant Alvarado in Al- 
buquerque a few hours later. 







HEN the busi- 
ness man, goad- 
ed and worn by 
'carking cares, is 
seeking restora- 
tion to health 
and renewed 
courage, he 
should go to 
the mountains, 
carrying his few necessaries on his 

Such a trip suggests hard work, 
climbing over steep hills, cooking for 
self, and freedom from the bustling 
cares of the swirling commercial 
world. Did you ever take such a trip? 
If not, then try it. 

It requires of a fellow a proper adap- 
tability to the conditions incident to 
such a journey. To enjoy such an out- 
ing one should go into a wild country, 
and as far away from the influences of 
man as possible. If you do not enjoy 
scrambling over rugged mountain di- 
vides, or are fearful lest you may get 
lost, select a good trout stream where 
you may fish, and then move camp at 
leisure time. 

It has been my good fortune to 
"rough it" in a country where both 
angling and hunting could be enjoyed; 
and one should avoid taking more 
game than necessary for actual use. 

The equipment should be as light 
and simple as possible, and consistent 
with the needs of the outing, yet, only 
containing the absolute necessaries. I 
have made trips of a week's duration 
on several occasions during each of the 
seasons, viz. : summer, fall, winter and 
spring, and always carried the follow- 
ing provisions in my pack sack : One 
blanket^ rice or beans, flour, bacon, cof- 
fee, salt, fry-pan, stew-kettle and 
clothing, amounting in all to about 

twenty-five pounds; also kodak, fishing 
outfit and rifle. Usually one or more 
friends accompanied me, and we al- 
ways went into the remote regions of 
Oregon's many famous mountains. 

In beginning such a journey great 
care should be taken not to overwork 
yourself the first day ; in fact, over ex- 
ertion at any time is apt to impare the 
pleasure of the outing. 

Last summer my brother Gard and I 
"hiked" over the Umpqua Mountains, 
carrying our provisions in a pack sack, 
and thus enjoyed a week's vacation. 
We took two good "varmint" dogs to 
aid us in trailing the bears, cougars 
and lynxs, said to be plentiful. 

That summer morning as we looked 
from the mountain crown down at the 
homestead of our friend, who lives on 
the farthest outskirts of civilization, the 
balsamic air and keen anticipation 
made our blood flow with renewed 
vigor; and the realization of a camp in 
the wilderness (we knew not where) 
within a few hours' journey. 

And we traveled in an unfamiliar 
country with high mountains towering 
above us, where the long dividing 
ridges wound snake-like away to places 
unknown to us, trusting to the water- 
sheds to guide us back to the habita- 
tion of man. The bewitching cadences 
of the mountain voices coming front 
the silent forest thrilled the naked soul 
and brought forgetfulness of the rush 
for gain. Surely, we were at the shrine 
of Nature. Ah, the balmy air, how it 
inspires the soul and infuses new ac- 
tion into the body ! And from the sun- 
lit summits the dark green firs that clad 
all the canons and hills from base to 
top reflected the subtle hues of the em- 
erald and blue of the fragrant forest. 

We wandered slowly along the moun- 
tain side, gradually working upward, 




until we reached a long divide, which 
we followed until we reached a spring 
known as Elk Spring. Here, some 
trapper or hunter had carved the 
words "Elk Springs" on the side of a 
tree, and hard by was a deserted trap- 
per's cabin. 

The remarkable feature about that 
spring, is the fact that it rises almost 
on the very top of the loftiest promon- 
tory of the whole mountain range ; the 
spring being named for the herds of 
elk that frequent that locality, and 
often came to it to drink, and to wal- 
low in the swamp just below it. 

From this place of vantage we could 
see, far to the southeast, a long valley 
covered with evergreen timber, wind- 

ing through the irregular mountain 
defiles. So continuing our journey 
that way we reached the stream thai 
drained that magnificent stretch of for- 
ests. This stream is known as Lake 
Creek and is seldom visited by man. 
Hence the waters are not often whipped 
by anglers, and the trout are unsophis- 

There we decided to select a suit- 
able camping site, with a view of re- 
maining a few days for the purpose 
of exploring the canons, fishing, and 
hunting the beasts that prowled nightly 
in search of prey. 

That evening we caught twenty-five 
trout, enough, as my brother said, "to 
make the frying-pan smell good." 




Truly, we did full justice to those 
trout after they were fried brown and 
crisp in bacon grease. 

When the shadows of night begin to 
lurk about the yawning canons and the 
last golden rays of the sinking sun 
tint the hilltops, one realizes how vast 
the lonelv solitudes are. And after we 

disturbance by man. On the benches 
and in the dales signs of elk were 
found, but as we rambled through this 
game paradise evidences of the de- 
struction of this splendid deer were 
obvious. Elk trails, grown over with 
mosses and vines, reminded us of 
the great herds that formerly lived on 


had rolled into our blankets we gazed 
heavenward, looking up through the 
thick growth of stately firs, towering 
like ship masts above us, and in the 
dim distance the pale light of shimmer- 
ing stars seemed to greet us and cast 
a charming glow upon Nature's robe. 
The music of the tonic winds and the 
songs of night birds, with now and 
then the weird, rumbling call of the 
owl — the king of the night — finalh 
found us asleep. 

We were up early the next morn- 
ing, and before the sun peeped over 
the eastern heights we were far up the 
mountainside, where deer, elk, bear and 
panther once roamed, almost free from 

those hills in the days before the tusk 
and hide-hunters levied toll upon them. 
Their skulls, antlers and bones werj 
everywhere. In fact, the course of the 
hunters might have been followed by 
the relics of the wanton slaughter. And 
where elk formerly lived in herds of 
uncounted thousands to-day there are 
less than a hundred — divided into a 
few small herds only. The stories of 
old hunters concerning the vast num- 
bers that lived there could hardly be 
credited were it not for the dim trails, 
which, although grown up, can be 
found even now. 

Our thoughts were soon changed, 
for the hounds had started a bear and 


were following him at a rapid rate, 
their tremulous baying echoing in the 
canons brought a tingle of excitement. 
We followed them through tangled 
thickets, over windfalls and over the 
rolling hills, but we came ofT victors. 

The excitement of the chase soon 
wore off, and we pursued our way 
among the changing mazes. Ferns, 
azaleas and trailing vines interspersed 
the fascinating reach of woodland 
grandeur, while the shaggy limbs of 
the old trees were draped in golden 

The music of the crooning wind 
coursing through the boughs came 
softly from the peaceful hills, and the 
talkative brook added its liquid voice 

to swell the "harmonies of nature," as 
it wound its tortuous way through the 
forest. In the depth of the forest 
gloom the brooding calm enhances the 
enchanting picture, where the ever- 
greens, Oregon grape, maiden-hair 
ferns and leaves of scarlet, gold and 
sepia brown, interwoven with mosses 
of every imaginable color, vie with 
each other in jealous rivalry in the ef- 
fort to be most beautiful. Gaily plu- 
maged birds wiere there, singing, scold- 
ing and flitting among the branches, as 
if trying to attune man's wanton heart 
with the wonders of Nature's book. 

There the mountain brook races 
over the rocks and plunges clown to 
the depths, where the dainty gray 




moth flatters on the green pool, only 
to be captured by the sportive trout. 

A smoothly patted sand bank shows 
where the otter has wallowed, and 
further down is the home of the cheer- 
ful water ouzel. What is that slate- 
colored bird, bobbing up and down, er- 
ratically imitating a lunatic, a singer? 
He cares not, sultry summer and bleak 
winter are alike to him, and he sings 
his merry song of but few notes in 
presence of the elements, and glories in 
the midst of rushing, turbulent water 
where the spray dashes over him. 

The hunter and shy panther, shaggy 
bear or eager mink, may watch this 
happy little companion of the moun- 
tain stream, yet he goes merrily on his 
way, heedless of friend or foe. 

The long shimmering strands of 
golden illusive light reach down 
through the great masses of firs and 
cedars, and are finally lost amid the 
lacework of vine maples and winding 
vines, with now and then a lingering- 
orange tint reflected from the noisy 

Here in Nature's sanctum the ozone 
from the balsamic forest fills the lungs 
with a new lease of life, and the slug- 
gish blood rages through the body with 
a reviving thrill that makes the man 
feel like a boy once more, and he for- 
gets the weary travel over mountain 
heights to reach this citadel in the 
wilds, surrounded with its health-re- 
storing agencies — the heritage of every 
man that shall strive for its exhilarat- 
ing influences. 

Signs of animal life were in evidence 
everywhere. A tree with cat-like 
scratching on the side told of a panther 
that had sharpened his claws there, 
while hurriedly made tracks with toes 
distended, long bounds between each, 
indicated that a startled deer had seen 
or scented the intruder. And along the 
sand banks the tracks of this fastidious 
cat denoted his playful mood. In some 
places he had wallowed in the sand, 
while in other places the long distance 
between tracks indicated that he might 

have been leaping at a passing bird, or, 
perhaps, jumping at some imaginary 

Not far away we found the carcass 
of a deer covered over with twigs and 
leaves, and the signs of the panther led 
us to believe that the playful cat had 
killed it. The hounds worked faith- 
fully on the old scent, but were un- 
able to follow it up. However, the 
next day the dogs found fresher signs, 
which resulted in bringing the cougar 
to bay and my brother killed him. Later 
in the day a large black bear was 
started and he led us a hard chase. We 
were unable to overtake him, although 
he was brought to bay many times, but 
when we got near enough for him to 
hear us he would move on. The big 
bear outdistanced us, and the baying 
of the hounds could not be heard, so we 
were foiled. 

The chase was soon forgotten, for 
the grand old mountains all around us, 
replete with nature's wonders, awe-in- 
spiring as they were, attracted our at- 
tention, and held us in a fascinating 
embrace, while ever-changing shadows, 
colors and scenery blended in one con- 
tinuous stretch of beauty that brings 
one in closer communion with " Na- 
ture's visible forms" and "Peace that 
passeth understanding." 

From the ridge we looked across the 
canon, where the irregular contours 
of the mountains spread out like a 
half-opened fan apparently leaning 
against the sky line. 

The exhaustless charms of the quiet, 
dark green wilderness, with its deep 
canons filled with blue-black shadows, 
and the gray crags, covered with 
mosses and creeping vines, with here 
and there a fringe of ragged trees, 
makes one feel insignificant in Na- 
ture's kingdom. 

One follows along a rim under the 
bluff, hugging the rock walls, almost 
afraid to look down into the dizzy 
depths below him ; but in a short time 
the sense of danger gives way to the 
sense of the beautiful. One stands 



looking away as far as the eye can see, 
and beholds all the manifestations of 
Nature, that fill the soul with unut- 
terable thoughts and lasting inspira- 
tions. As one looks clown over the 
brink upon the irregular hills with 
great yawning canons between, looking 
not unlike crooked, gaping furrows in 
the earth and all clad in everlasting 
Green the sights and music of wild 
nature wakes the human soul from its 

out more vividly, while the red and 
yellow leaves seemed more highly 
burnished, and the many shades of 
green that would distract the most 
gifted painter. 

The shades of evening bring a soft, 
mellow light, and the forest seems to 
be alive with living creatures ; and a 
great variety of bird notes coming from 
the shrubs and trees remind one of his 
unfamiliarity with bird lore. The wild 



•■ ■ ■ 


Photo by Jas. W. Nicol 

lethargy and enthrones new and better 

We loitered about these inspiring 
places where peaks innumerable point 
upward, and the great sandstone cliffs 
between us and the roaring streams be- 
low almost forbid our descent. 

But we zigzagged across the steep 
inclines and crawled under windfalls, 
gradually descending. And as we ap- 
proached the benches and gulches near 
the streams the gray rocks above stood 

animals, both large and small, stole out 
noiselessly to feed. And as we looked 
along the gray cliff above us we saw 
the stately deer silhouetted against the 
sky, and scarcely had we discovered 
him when others took up their station 
by the leader. It was, surely, a fine 
trio of Columbian Blacktail deer that 
stood guard over us there on those si- 
lent hills and added their charming 
presence to the limitless scenic wonder. 
And soon, down by the roaring stream 



the camp fire burned brightly, while 
the deer and elk went to their evening 
browsing ranges. 

The drapery of night settled about us 
while the odor of frying trout mingled 
with the evening air, and the voices 
of the nocturnal wanderers disturbed 
the evening calm with their calls. 

The last night among the everlast- 
ing hills was one to be remembered. 
While we had not gone to the moun- 
tains merely to slaughter we did have 
the satisfaction of killing cougars and 
wildcats, not so much for the joy of 
killing them, but rather to prevent them 
from destroying game ; and then we 
only killed enough deer to meet our 
actual needs. 

The roseate dawn on the far-away 
peaks and the morning blue made us 
wish for more time ; but as we ascend- 

ed the zigzag way through the gorge, 
thoughts of home and the miles of in- 
spiring beauty to be traversed, added 
zest to every homeward step. And to 
the westward the angry flames of a 
forest fire were creeping madly up the 
mountainside and changing the virgin 
forest of green to a blackened waste ; 
and the balsamic smoke hanging over 
the charred tree trunks like a dark 
cloud made the western view look 

Even as we journeyed homeward 
the denizens of the wilderness were in 
evidence, and their fearlessness made us 
almost feel that we would be welcome to 
their grand dominion again, so long as 
we should leave them unharmed and be 
contented with the reviving and uplift- 
ing influences of their ever charming 

Photo by Clarence Braymer 



WING lived and 
talked nothing but 
moose hunting and 
New Brunswick, not 
being worth over 40 
cents a day for two 
weeks at my work 
from thinking about 
the trip, Mo n d a y 
morning, September 
25, 1905, found Dr. 

B and myself, 

of Keene, N. H., 
ready at last for the 
trip. Leaving on the morning train, we 
went to Boston, Mass., arriving at 11 140 
a. m., then we secured tickets and berths 
for Bridgewater, Me. Leaving Boston 
at 7 p. m., we arrived at Bridgewater at 
9 :i6 the next morning, and were met by 
our guide, Dr. H. A. Greene, of Center- 
ville, N. B. After securing grips from 
the baggage master we left Bridge- 
water for Centerville, arriving at 12 
o'clock. After a good dinner at the Per- 
kins Hotel we changed our glad rags 
for our hunting rig. The guide being at 
the door with two teams waiting for us, 
for we were in a hurry to get to the 
hunting grounds as soon as possible, as 
the cold, frosty nights were just the 
time for making the moose answer to 
the call, we lost no time in piling into 

the rigs, Dr. B and the guide into 

one rig with the largest horse and the 
provisions, while I had the pleasure of 
driving the guide's thoroughbred four- 
year-old. We mad~ a drive of thirty 
miles that afternoon and evening, arriv- 
ing about 8 o'clock at night at a hotel 
known as Staton's. After a good supper 
and plenty of it, and that was no small 
amount, as we were all as hungry as 
any one could be, we were shown to our 
rooms, where we found as good beds as 
ever were slept in. After a sound sleep 
and rest we were awakened by the wel- 

come news that breakfast was served, it 
being 5 o'clock we were up at once. 
After another good meal we were ready 
to continue on the rest of our journey 
with the teams ; driving twelve miles we 
came to the head waters of the Mira- 
michi River, where we were met by a 
boy, Lee White, who had been out with 
the guide the week before and helped 
set up tents and get the camp ground 
ready, and had been staying at lumber 
camp waiting for the guide and his 
party to come in. We left the horses in 
charge of a farmer a short ways from 
the river. We soon had the camp duffle 
and provisions in the two canoes which 
the guide had taken out with him on his 

first trip, the guide and Dr. B in 

one canoe, Lee and myself in the other, 
we started on our twelve miles down the 
river to the Miramichi Lake region. The 
water being very lew it was some time 
before we reached camp, both guides 
getting out and wading a good part of 
the way, but we came in sight of the 
tents about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. 
Unloading the two boats, we had our 
first lunch in camp, being Wednesday, 
September 2"j, three days from home 
and in camp ready to begin hunting at 
last. Clearing the dishes away the guide 

and Dr. B took their boat and went 

down the river to an island to call. Lee 
asked me if I wanted to take a run up 
the river with him and see if we could 
see any game. I was ready at once, not 
knowing that he had learned the art of 
calling moose from the guide, and the 
guide did not think he could make any 
kind of a noise but what would scare 
all game out of the woods. I was not 
very pleased to have him begin making 
a noise on an old birch bark horn the 
guide had thrown away. I had never 
heard any one call before and did not 
know what kind of a noise should be 
made, but certainly thought that if a 





moose heard the noise that Lee was 
making he would be scared out of the 
country never to come back again. You 
may imagine my surprise when after 
the second or third call that he made I 
plainly heard a large animal grunting 
and breaking down the brush about 
400 yards back in the woods. I was still 
more surprised when a bull moose 
came into an open space across the 
river. We were hidden on a small 
island. He stood for perhaps a minute, 
grunting all the while ; then he came 
towards us and slid down the bank into 
the water, which was very shallow, not 
being above 3 or 4 inches deep. The 
moose kept coming right along towards 
us. I began to think of shooting or run- 
ning, about once for shooting and about 
four times for getting somewhere be- 
sides in his path. Lee saw that T was 
beginning to get nervous and wanted to 
shoot at the moose, but he told me not 
to shoot, as the head was too small, the 
moose was then about 60 feet from 
where we were laying. I told Lee that 
he was as near as I cared to have him, 
and if he did not get out of the way I 
should shoot or get out of there myself. 
Then Lee stepped out of the bushes and 
yelled at the moose and asked him what 
he was there for. The moose stopped 
then about 30 feet from where we were, 
and I did not think he would go away, 
as he did not seem frightened at us, but 
I was frightened, I will admit., for I do 
not care to play with moose in that way. 
We had a camera with us, but I was not 
thinking of taking his picture at that 
time. After standing and looking at 
Lee for two or three minutes, I think, 
though Lee says it was not more than 
half a minute, he turned around and 
walked slowly back across the stream, 
and when he got to the place where he 
slid into the river he stopped and looked 
back at us, and he did not seem inclined 
to leave the stream. I suppose he still 
thought there was a cow moose some- 
where around, and we were keeping 
her out of sight. Lee wanted to stone 
him, but I did not think it best, as he 
might charge us and we would have to 
shoot him, and as his head was not 

worth the price of a $50 license and the 
mounting I did not want to anger him, 
so we let him alone, and lie at last wenl 
into the brush and we saw nothing more 
of him. It was getting dark, so we got 
into the canoe and went back to camp, 
which was only half a mile. Then we 
built a fire and by that time Or. B— 
and the guide had returned without get- 
ting any answer or seeing any game, 
after telling about the moose that we 
had seen, and being warned by Green/, 
not to let another get as near as that 
one, as moose are dangerous during 
mating season. We all turned in for the 
remainder of the night on our beds of 
spruce boughs. Having made five trips 
into the Maine woods after moose and 
deer I expected to be routed out of the 
best part of my sleep, which is about 4 
o'clock in the morning. But I slept un- 
til 8 o'clock the next morning and got 
up because I was hungry, finding both 
Greene and Lee still in bed. Not want- 
ing to get them into the habit of getting 
up and waking me up if there was no 
need of it, I took the 22-calibre rifle be- 
longing to Lee and went down the path 
alongside of the river, which was made 
by the moose and other game. Hear- 
ing partridges drumming all around 
me I soon saw one on a rotten log. 1 
shot him and three more, also a rabbit, 
not being gone more than half an hour 
from camp. When I returned to camp 
I found Dr. B — > — up, with fires going 
in the stove and in the fireplace. Greene 
stuck his head, out of the tent and 
wanted to know what we were up so 
early for, and it was 9 o'clock. We said 
we supposed it was time to get after the 
moose, but Greene said that he never 
had any luck until afternoon, so he al- 
ways took it easy in the morning while 
in camp. 

We set about getting breakfast and 
had things cleared up by 10 o'clock. 
Then we took a lunch and started hunt- 
ing about 11 o'clock, the guide and Dr. 

B going down stream and Lee and 

myself going up the river. We stopped 
where we called the one out the night 
before ; saw tracks of a small moose 
which Lee thought was the same 



moose, also tracks of a very large 
bull. Lee gave one or two calls on 
tbe horn, but got no answer, thinking* 
it too early in the clay he proposed 
going" on up the river to another 
island and trying calling* and wait- 
ing*. He said it was a good crossing 
place and we might catch one crossing 
the stream and save the island we were 
on until later in the day, when the 
chances would be better for getting one 
out. So up the river we went and 

beach a way and gave another call ; 
walked back in the water, making a 
splash as a moose would when walking 
in the water. When he got up to where 
I was he gave another call, which was 
answered at once by grunting back in 
the woods, with the wind blowing from 
where the noise was towards us. We 
both waited anxiously for him to make 
his appearance, which he did in a few 
minutes. When he was within a few 
yards of the river bank he came into a 


waited, watched and called, but did not 
see or hear anything. Remembering 
the night before and the big tracks on 
the island caused us to leave about 2 
o'clock. It began raining quite a bit ; we 
pulled the canoe out of the water and 
made a shelter of it by placing it on the 
side with the bottom next to the wind. 
Everything being in readiness, Lee took 
the horn and gave a call, waited five or 
six minutes, gave another ; not getting 
any answer we ate some lunch ; then 
Lee took the horn, walked along the 

bunch of alders, being in too big a hurry 
to go around he reared on his hind legs 
and broke the brush down with his front 
legs. It was +hen that we saw that he 
had a head that was worth getting. 
When he had smashed through the 
brush and came into view on the river 
bank he was standing quarterly towards 
me, giving a chance for a good shot, and 
as we afterward measured he was three 
lengths of our 16-foot canoe, making 
the distance 48 feet from where I was 
standing. I had a Winchester rifle, half- 



magazine, holding four cartridges in all, 
Winchester .32 special calibre, soft- 
point bullets. T gave him two shots be- 
fore he moved, then he jumped straight 
into the river. I gave him another when 
he jumped, and my last one when he 
was in the water. He struck and 
floundered around in the water, which 
was about five feet deep at this place, 
being above where the one came in the 
night before, and above a sand bar. 
After he was through struggling we 

ance, having stopned al the camp to gel 

cameras, axes, knives and oilier things. 
With their help we soon had the moose 
high and dry on the beach, and then be- 
gan the job of taking off the head, hide, 
feet, etc. After getting the hide off we 
took both hind-quarters and the sirloin 
steak and carried it to camp with the 
rest of the plunder. We wanted to 
bring the meat home if we could keep it 
in good condition. We kept the meat all 
right, but it was taken by Warden Neil 


fired a signal shot to let Greene and Dr. 

B know that we had killed a moose 

and needed their help. We then waded 
into the river and began to work him 
toward the beach on the island. When 
we got him as far as we could we began 
to look him over to see where I had hit 
him ; there were two bullet holes back 
of his shoulder, one going through the 
heart and the other just over the heart, 
one in the point of the shoulder, going 
slanting and cutting the jugular vein, 
and the fourth one going through the 
forward leg close to the body, almost 
taking the leg off. After some little time 
the rest of the party put in their appear- 

at Bangor, Me. We worked hard to 
keep the meat, making a brush house 
and hanging it up to smoke, so as to 
keep the flies away from it. After get- 
ting the meat cared for we measured 
the head and found it to be 52-inch 
spread, with 16 points and 11-inch webs 
or palms. After the usual smoke talk 
and pow-wow we turned in for the sec- 
ond night in camp, and I had killed my 
moose and a good one at that. The next 
day Lee and I stayed in camp to skin 
out my moose head, smoke meat, loaf 
and clean up camp, Greene taking the 
Dr. and going up the river to try their 
luck, for there seems to be more moose 



up the river than down. Everything was 
quiet until about sundown, when we 
heard the guide calling where we had 
killed the moose the day before. After 
some little time we heard the reports of 
a gun being fired very fast, and then the 
firing stopped and everything was quiet 
for a minute, and then it broke out 
again. Lost him, we said ; then waited 
15 or 20 minutes until the others came 
to camp, and reported calling a big- 
moose out and shooting at him, knock- 
ing him down. Dr. B , thinking he 

had got him, stood watching him, when 
he got on to his feet and made across 
the river, the Dr. being so surprised that 
he forgot to shoot until he had gained 
the woods on the other side of the 
stream, when he began shooting at him, 
but on account of the poor light he did 
not hit him. He was feeling bad about 
it all night, but the guide told him to 
cheer up, as he was almost sure they 
could find him in the morning, as the 
moose was bleeding badly and was hard 
hit. So the next morning they went 
across the river and took his trail, which 
they could follow easily, as he had bled 

so badly. Dr. B used a Winchester 

405 calibre, and it made a big hole in 
the moose. Lee and I were in camp 
smoking meat, cleaning and salting 
hides when we heard more shooting in 

the direction that Dr. B and the 

guide had taken, followed by the signal 
shot, letting us know that the moose was 
dead. We immediately took cameras, 
axes and went across the river to where 
they were and they had him down and 
he was a big moose. We took his meas- 
urements and found him to be 8 feet 6 

inches long and 6 feet 4 inches high 
from point of hoof to top of the shoul- 
ders, having a nice even head of 54 
inches spread with 18 points. After tak- 
ing pictures and cutting off his head and 
hide we left him ^o the moose birds, as 
he was an old fellow and his meat was 
tough, and we had all we could do to 
keep the flies away from the camp. I 
wished it had been some of this meat 
that Warden Neil, of Bangor, Me., 
seized instead of the other, as that was 
good meat. Having all the moose the 
law allowed, we waited until Monday 
and went on to some barren land, hunt- 
ing caribou. Saw plenty of tracks, but 
it was so hot and the black flies both- 
ered us so that we gave it up after one 
day, and spent the rest of our time 
around camp, having a good time. 
We left camp the next Monday 
and arrived home Wednesday, Oc- 
tober 14 being gone seventeen days 
from home. We expected our meat, 
which we had taken such good care of, 
but we found that Warden Neil, of Ban- 
gor, Me., had seized the same on some 
cock and bull story about illegal ship- 
ment, and sold it for the good of 
the state. He probably got 7 or 8 dol- 
lars for it, and I guess the state of 
Maine needs it if any state does. It will 
never get another $15 license out of me 
or any one that I know of if I can help 
it. Would say that if any one wants to 
kill a good bull moose and wants to be 
practically sure of it before he leaves 
home, I don't know of any one that 
could do anv better for them than Dr. 
H. A. Greene, of Centerville, New 


By L. 1!. COOPER 

(Photos by the Author) 

HE ruffed grouse, so 
continually called the 
partridge in the north- 
ern states, and also 
called the pheasant in 
several other locali- 
ties, is perhaps the 
hardiest and most 
rugged bird we have. 
It remains with us throughout the en- 
tire year. 

During the summer and early fall a 
brood rarely separates, and when the 
young need no further care in the au- 
tumn, the old cock selfishly joins the 
covey, for all the earlier care and atten- 
tion of the chicks is done entirely by the 

During the months of October and 

November the time comes, known to 
hunters as the "mad moon," when the 
birds seem to be frantic in their flights, 
as they have been known many times to 
fly into towns and even cities, where 
they generally dash themselves against 
some building or object, usually break- 
ing their necks in their mad rush for 
concealment. Whether the restless na- 
ture shown at this time indicates an in- 
stinct of the bird wanting to migrate is 
not fully understood, but there is one 
fact, however, and that is, it scatters 
and mixes the broods, so that in-breed- 
ing to any extent is impossible. At this 
period of the season the birds will not 
lie close, so a clog can find them, but 
flush wildly ahead, before the dog has 
even had a chance to make game. Quite 



often a foxy old cock will play a cun- 
ning trick by running some distance, 
then flying low and dropping to the 
ground, running and hiding. The dog 
striking this first scent begins making 
game in earnest, while the eager sports- 
man is kept in an exciting suspense, but 
the bird fails to flush. Your dog, if he 
is clever, begins roading in until that 
keenly desired scent is again found, then 
the slow and cautious work begins, and 
if you are wise you will not lag behind, 
but keep well up and near the dog, for 
the roar of wings may be heard at any 
moment when the old fellow tears loose 
from his hiding place. It is these inci- 
dents that make the sport so keen and 
keeps one on his nerve at all times. 

Later in the season and even into 
winter in localities where the birds are 
plentiful, coveys of from six to eight 
are often found, yet they never pack in 
large quantities in the winter, as do 
their cousins., the prairie chickens. 
As winter approaches, the grouse 
by nature has been preparing for the 

long, cold siege, the plumage becoming 
heavier and denser all over the body, 
the legs being thickly feathered even 
down to the toes ; then, too, the 
feathery hard scale which lines each 
side of the toes, being barely noticeable 
in summer, becomes quite extended by 
winter, giving the bird a firmer footing 
while walking on the icy crusts of the 
snow, or in grasping snowy and ice-cov- 
ered branches. Also after a heavy fall 
of light, fine snow it may to some ex- 
tent do the work of a snow shoe. Very 
often in the woods I have tracked a 
grouse for nearly two hundred yards 
where it has been walking in the snow, 
the chase ending generally in routing 
out a wily old fellow squatting quietly 
beside a log, or when the snow is light 
and fairly deep the track suddenly 
comes to an end with a fan-like depres- 
sion in the snow, showing the print 
made by the tail as it gave the snow a 
sweep when the grouse took wing. Per- 
haps, too, this may prove that the bird's 
tail is a prominent factor in aiding him 








to jump into the air on his sudden 
flights, for it certainly takes a great deal 
of fast wing-beating to get such a large 
bodied bird under way, as every one 
knows who is at all familiar with hunt- 
ing our king of all game birds, but once 
under way the bullet-like flight can only 
be stopped by one who is an experienced 
sportsman, being both a quick and a 
crack shot combined, and who, by the 
way, takes his time, yet never looses 
any. Of course, on a straight-away shot 

Quite often in winter, when 

the snow is very deep, and 1 he 
weather is extremely severe, 
the grouse, like the bob white, 

will dive under the snow for 
protection, and there, like an 
Eskimo in his snow covered 
hut, lie is well - sheltered 
from a severe storm. The 
grouse never seeks company 
on any of these occasions, hut 
like a solitary little hermit he 
buries himself alone, while on 
the other hand the bob whites 
nestle together in snug little 
family parties ; but, alas, for 
any of them, if on one of 
these occasions an impenetrable ice 
crust forms on the snow, as it is sure 
to seal up our feathered friends to die 
of starvation in their ice-bound prison. 
These sad tragedies have been re- 
ported often of the quail, when the 
spring thaws have revealed a circle 
of feathered skeletons all huddled to- 
gether. Early in March one year, 
I remember finding the skeleton of 
a grouse under a rail fence, where 

the snow 


that winter had 

the whole thing lies in getting the bead drifted as high as the top bars, and hav- 
on your bird and then touching your ing had several sleety rains followed by 
trigger at the same instant, but just let hard freeze tips that January, it was un- 
one of these fellows come sweeping doubtedly in some such storm the poor 
across your path after your hunting bird was caught under the snow, and 
companion has shouted, "Mark, mark !" being locked in by a crust fully a half 
then, if you pull the instant you see the inch thick it made struggling out im- 
bird at the end of your bar- 
rel, you need not be sur- W» U llMilWIHIBIIili^ ^ 
prised to find that you have 
shot several feet behind him. 
Many a time as a novice I 
have stood with open mouth 
after two successive shots at 
one of these right angle shots 
and watched our coveted 
game bird disappear in the 
woods beyond. Yet it is all 
these little hardships which 
make one feel that he has 
done some work when one of 
the fellows is brought to bag, 
and afterwards makes your 
game supper not one of the 
market kind. watching a flushed bird 



possible through such a death seal. 
However, it is safe to say that a very 
small per cent, of the grouse ever meet 
their death in this way, although reports 
of this sort of the bob whites are not un- 
common in the northern states, where 
the winters are long' and cold, but the 
grouse being such wonderfully hardy 
and rugged creatures are better adapted 
to such climatic conditions than are the 

When the snow is so deep that it 
makes feeding from the ground impos- 
sible then the buds of young trees form 
the principal part of the birds' menu, the 

wavs found to be extremely plump, and 
is it any wonder, then, that from this 
varied menu, which produces such lus- 
cious meat, these birds are so sought 
for by the sportsmen? 

During the very cold winter days the 
grouse are not prone to move about a 
great deal ; after the day's meal, which 
is taken early in the morning, the birds 
make for pines or hemlocks, both for 
concealment and warmth, thus woods of 
this variety of trees are the grouses' fa- 
vorite winter resort. On a bright and 
sunshiny day, however, I have often 
quietly come upon one squatted peace- 


birch buds seeming to have the prefer- 
ence. Of course, during the whole year 
their food is of such a variety that it 
would be too long a list to enumerate, as 
it would include several kinds of insects, 
most all the varieties of wild berries, to- 
gether with their foliage, and even the 
poisonous variety of sumach berries, 
which do the grouse no injury, also any 
grain dropped in the stubble, and a few 
kinds of nuts may be added, the beech 
nuts being especially fattening, as birds 
shot in beech woods in the fall are al- 

fully under a thorn apple tree, quite in 
the open, too ; but let there be the slight- 
est sound to disturb him and Mr. 
Grouse is out and gone in less than the 
twinkling of an eye. 

Thus all through the winter each bird, 
independent of its fellows, generally 
manages to exist and find its own living, 
even the cocks paying no attention or 
showing any signs of gallantry toward 
the hens, as it is simply a case of each 
one looking out for self. 

From the many hardships which the 



ruffed grouse has to endure in his strug- carriage, giving him a regal appear- 

o-lc for mere existence and the many ance in his native woods, surely, then, 
cunning and gamey habits, which he can there be any reason for ever dis- 


displays when pursued by the hunter, to- puting his claim to be called "King of 
gether with his proud, noble and erect American game birds"? 


Photo by J. A. Preston 












as a 
young medical stu- 
dent, and as free 
from superstition 
as the late Mr. Rob- 
ert I n g e r s o 1 1. I 
would rather face an 
army of ghosts than 
one live man with a 
gun, or a park full of 
wizards than one 
half-grown grizzly 
Of course, the reader will immediate- 
tely claim that the gigantic figure of the 
Wild Hunter was merely an example of 
the well-known Hartz Mountain illusion 
and that what I saw was nothing but the 
shadow of the real man cast upon a fog 
or cloud bank. Well, it is ec*sy to think 
of this explanation as you sit in a com- 
fortable chair before the fire with your 
book; it is a different story when all 
alone in a solemn, silent, mysterious 

One glance at that shadowy man and 
bird would have been sufficient cause 
to send some of my critics scrambling 
down the mountain at such a rate of 
speed as to seriously endanger their life 
or limb and there is reason, to believe 
that if they did reach camp it would 
not be with their rod and fish in hand. 
Big Pete's remarks regarding the 
"pesky mess of yaller fish" must not be 
taken too seriously. Even when I con- 
fine myself to my short-hand notes of 
actual conversation the difficulty I en- 

counter is that the printed quotation 
often conveys an entirely different im- 
pression from the one intended by the 
speaker. This is because cold type is in- 
capable of reproducing the gestures, 
pose of body and expression of face 
which accompanied the spoken words, 
and has as much to do with their mean- 
ing as the words themselves. The con- 
versation of the rudest clown, when in- 
spired by true love, is composed of the 
sweetest poetry, contains the deepest 
meaning and is tinged with the great 
mysticism of creation; nevertheless, a 
verbatim report of any man's love-mak- 
ing, be he ever so highly cultured, 
would read like meaningless idiotic 

Fortunately this is not a love story, 
but the reader must understand that 
Big Pete's caustic remarks about my 
"pesky" string of yaller fish were ac- 
companied with a merry twinkle in 
Pete's deep blue eyes, for he was a 
sportsman through and through. 

Because the conversation and sayings 
of Big Pete are here recorded at con- 
siderable length, the reader must not for 
one moment suppose that Darlinkle was 
given to talkativeness ; on the contrary, 
he was remarkably silent and self-con- 
tained. An ordinary New York club 
man can utter more words in an hour 
than Pete did in a week, but he could 
not say as much if he let his tongue 
wag for years. Big Pete often went 
longer without speaking than the club 
man can without a cocktail. Occasion- 
ally, however, the big fellow would tin- 
limber his tongue, and it was then gen- 
erally to some purpose. 

Once when I was among a herd of 


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elk and was blood mad, killing all in 
sight, intoxicated with the brutal delight 
of slaughter, Pete administered a severe 
reprimand, and with a look of disgust 
upon his handsome face turned and left 
me among the slain and wounded ani- 
mals. It was days before he forgave 
me and then he gave me a lecture, and 
to it I owe the first satisfactory expla- 
nation of the difference between a 
sportsman and a butcher. 

''You see, tenderfoot, it's like this," 
he said, "when a man goes out to kill 
a deer for the fun of blood spilling or to 
get the poor critter's head to hang in 
his shack, he's nothing more'n a wolf 
or butcher ; hain't half as good a man 
as the one who never shot a deer, but 
goes hum and lies about it. The liar 
hain't harmed nothing with his lies, his 
fairy stories don't hurt game an' are in- 
teresting to the tenderfuts in the States. 
The real sportsman is the pot-hunter. 
Yes, that's jist what I mean, a pot- 
hunter — he's out 'cause the camp kettle 
is empty, and it's up agin him to fill it 
or starve. Now then, this fellow is not 
after blood ; nor is he hunting for the 
market. It's self-preservation with him, 
that's what it is. He's an animal 'long 
with the rest of 'em, and he knows he's 
got just as much right to live as they 
have, an' no more ! He is hustling for 
his living 'long with the bunch, forcing 
it from savage nature, and I tell you, 
boy, there is no greater physical pleas- 
ure in life than holding old Mother Na- 
ture up and jist saying to her 'You're 
got a living for me and I'm going to get 

"Such talk pleases the old girl, makes 
her your friend, 'cause she likes your 
spunk, an' because of it she'll give you 
the wind of the gray wolf, the step of 
the painter,* the strength of the buffalo 
and the courage of a lion ; she is always 
generous with her favorites. Ah, lad, 
she kin make your blood dance in your 
veins, make fire flash from the eyes and 
give the steady nerve necessary to face 
a she-grizzly when she's fighting for her 


"Why? 'Cause, you see, you are a 
grizzly yourself when the camp kettle 
is empty!" And Big Pete relapsed into 
silence, turned to his tin platter, exam- 
ined it carefully, and then with a piece 
of dough-godf carefully wiped the plat- 
ter clean and contentedly munched the 
savory bit. 

All out-door men, like Big Pete Dar- 
linkle, Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone 
and Kit Carson are a constant source of 
annoyance and wonder to that tribe of 
students whose whole lives are spent in 
seeking second-hand knowledge from 
books. The book-worm cannot grasp 
the reason why the foolish public insist 
upon considering these illiterate moun- 
taineers, plainsmen and hunters as great 
men. They do not understand the pos- 
sibility of developing intellect outside of 
a regularly established university, and 
any knowledge possessed by a man 
without an M.A., Ph.D., LL.D. ? or 
similar set of initials after his name, 
is looked upon as spurious. 

Even the existence of such men as 
Abe Lincoln and Thomas Edison, with 
their brilliant resourceful minds and 
great knowledge, is thought by the uni- 
versity man to be irregular, revolution- 
ary and dangerous, and the possessor of 
this illicit moonshine knowledge is 
looked upon as a living paradox, an 
anarchanic in the field of knowledge. 

Few but professional astronomers 
have a more intimate acquaintance with 
the heavens, and none can read the 
shorthand notes of nature as accur- 
ately as the Pete Darlinkles, the chil- 
dren of the wilderness. Their knowl- 
edge is all first hand, fresh knowledge, 
derived from personal investigation, and 
they do their own thinking while in the 
saddle, on the trail and in action. It 
is with them as it is with the beasts of 
the field, Jhe penalty of mistaken judg- 
ment is death, and the fact that many 
do live and have lived to a ripe old age 
is a guarantee that they have fairly won 
Nature's highest degree of Healthy 
Normal Man. You will not find the 
initials H.N.M. printed after the names 

fCamp bread baked before open fire. 



of such men. It is unnecessary, their 
honors are stamped upon their person. 
We recognize the H.N.M.'s at a glance, 
but if Nature stamps her approval on 
the Boones, Kentons and Darlinkles she 
is just as emphatic in placing the brand 
of her disapproval upon men who seek 
only after second-hand knowledge. If 
you may know a healthy normal man 
by his clear, hawk-like eyes you may 
know a Ph.D., F.R.S. by his weak 
dull or spectacled eyes. If an abundant 
head of hair is one of the marks of a 
healthy normal man, just as truly is a 
bald pate the mark of a D.D., LL.D. or 
M.D. Seldom will healthy hair grow 
upon the bonded warehouses of junk 
and antique knowledge which our pro- 
fessors call their heads. If a quick, 
noiseless step is one of the signs of a 
healthy normal man, then is the halting, 
blundering 1 Horace Greeley walk the sign 
of Nature's disapproval of a life devoted 
wholly to book lore. If a quick per- 
ception and wide-awake mind is the 
stamp of an H. N. M., we all know 
that absent-mindedness is one of the 
most constant symptoms of the seeker 
after borrowed knowledge. 

Big Pete, though illiterate, was not 
without considerable legendary knowl- 
edge, and he seemed to know all about 
the traditions of the wehr-wolf, and to 
believe in the existence of such crea- 
tures. His conception of a wehr-wolf 
(or, as he called it, Weguldiooch Boch- 
tusum) is identical with that of our 
superstitious ancestors. He said, "This 
spirit-wolf is a man who anoints him- 
self with an ointment made by instinct 
of the devil, puts on a magic girdle and 
then assumes the form and nature of a 
veritable wolf." 

He had no knowledge of any mod- 
ern examples of this breed of animal, 
but said that "in the fatherland over 
the sea, a couple of hundred years ago, 
many wehr-wolves were caught and 
killed." It was only little by little that 
I succeeded in pumping this informa- 
tion from him ; he appeared to fear that 
I would ridicule his ideas. One day I 
asked if the Wild Hunter was not what 

he would call a well j- -wolf, and he an 
swered : "I reckon if he is he must be 
a new kind of one, an Americanized 

improvement on the old Dutch 'wcrc- 
wulf,' too good-hearted to kill women 
and children, as did old Peter Stump.* 
Say! Peter wa' a terror, Peter wa' !" 
exclaimed my informant, warming up 
to the subject, "but he wa' only a Dutch 
wolf, after all, and didn't know no bet- 
ter than to play an unlucky number ; 
he owned up to killing thirteen chil- 
dren and the people pulled the old fool 
to pieces with hot irons ! Reckon if he 
could play the game agin he wouldn't 
touch number thirteen with a ten-foot 
pole." And Big Pete chuckled to him- 
self for a moment, then gazed at the 
sky attentively, wet his finger in his 
mouth and held it aloft to catch the 
direction of the wind, nodded his head 
approvingly and remarked, "That's 
what the crows been talking about." 
"Why, Pete, did you learn all about 
wehr-wolves from the crows ?" 

"Waugh ! tarnation cly thee for a 
jack rabbit," he laughed, "Pat told me 
about old Peter Stump, but the crows 
been saying rain fer a day or two; 
didn't you hear 'em quock like a heron?" 

There were no visible signs of a 
change in the weather, which had been 
clear for weeks, and overhead the sky 
was clear blue, save where a white- 
winged cloud sailed over the valley, yet 
when we sat down to supper that eve- 
ning I could hear the rumbling of dis- 
tant thunder and see the heads of some 
dark clouds peering at us over the 
•mountain tops. 

It rained all that night in a fitful 
manner and came to a stop about four 
a. m., the wind went down and the air 
seemed to have lost its vivacity and 
life ; it was a dead atmosphere, and 
we arose from our blankets feeling 
tired and listless. 

While we were eating our breakfast 
dark clouds suddenly obscured the 

*Executed in 1589 as a "were wulf." "He 
dyed with a very great remorse, desiring that his 
body might not be spared any torment so his soul 
might be saved." Verstegan, page 187 (1655). 


heavens, and before we had finished ducted the live ember to his pipe bowl, 

the meal big drops of rain set the camp then he puffed away as calmly as if 

fire to spluttering and drove us to the there was nothing in this world to 

shelter of our tent ; then it rained ! trouble him. 

Lord help us ! "If the gate be shut," he resumed, 

The water came down in such tor- "it will keep out tramps and Injuns." 

rents that on account of the spray we With that he went to smoking his red 

could not see thirty feet ; then came willow bark* again, 

hailstones as large as hen's eggs. But I could not view the situation 

There was some lightning and thunder, so complacently, and when the rain 

but either the noise of the rushing, ceased as suddenly as it commenced, 

splashing water drowned the rumbling, with some difficulty I caught my horse 

or the electric fluid was so far distant and made my way to the gate to dis- 

that the reports were not loud when cover that my worst fears were realized ; 

they reached us. Suddenly there was a large section of the cliff had split off 

a ripping noise, followed by a sort of the Mesa and slid down into the nar- 

subdued roar which stampeded our row gateway, completely filling the 

horses and made the earth shudder. ■ space and leaving a wall of over one 

"Earthquake !" I exclaimed. "Wus," hundred feet of sheer precipice for us 

said Pete, "hit's a landslide." to climb before we could escape from 

Instantly a thought went through my our Eden-like prison, 

brain like a hot bullet and made me Again a wave of superstitious dread 

shudder. "Pete !" I shouted. "Em right swept over me as I viewed the tightly 

hyer, tenderfut, you needn't holler so closed exit, a dread that the curse on 

loud," he answered, and calmly filled the fatal fortune meant to include me, 

his pipe. else why should that cliff which had 

I flung myself impulsively on my stood for thousands of years take this 

companion and grasped him by his big, opportunity to split off and choke up 

brawny shoulders, with my face close the ancient trail ? 

to his. I whispered, "Pete, I believe Then another uncanny idea wormed 

the slide occurred at the gate." its way through my mind. Had the 

"Wull, hit did sound down that-a- wild hunter any connection with this 

way," admitted Pete, composedly. disaster ? Was he in any manner acting 

"Pete," I continued, "the Mesa has as agent for the mother who put her 

caved in on our trail !" curse on the fortune ? Who is this 

"Wull, tenderfut, we hain't hurt, be strange creature? For that matter, who 

we ? Tha's plenty of game hyer fur the is my giant friend Pete ? Where is this 

taken of it and plenty of water, as fine park, this prison, located on the map 

as ever spouted from old Moses' rock, of the United States? I only knew 

right at hand. If the Mesa's out our what Pete had told me, and I must say, 

trail we can live well and not have to when judged from a cold New York 

chew mutton either, I don't reckon I point of view, everything connected 

can go to York with you just yet," with this adventure seemed improbable, 

drawled my comrade in a most provok- unnatural and unreal. What magic 

ingly imperturbed manner, as he slowly charm was used ; what spell was 

freed himself from my grasp and made wrought on old Patrick Mullins which 

for the camp fire, which, being to a induced him to make one of his prec- 

great extent sheltered by an overhang- ious guns for a stranger ? 

ing rock, was still smouldering in spite The longer I questioned myself, the 

of the drenching rain, raking the ashes less was my ability to answer. I sat 

until he found a red, glowing coal Pete 

deftly picked it Up and by jUSrSrlinSf it *Properly speaking, this Western substitute for 

r t ij.ii li u tobacco is not willow bark, but the dried inner 

from one hand to the other he con- b ari< of a scrub Conacecae— dogwood, 


' r >S 

on a stone and for some time was lost 
in thought. When at length I looked 
up, it was to see Dig Pete with folded 
arms silently gazing at the barricaded 
exit and the muddy pool of water ex- 
tending for some distance back of the 
gateway into the park. 

"Well, tenderfut, you was dead right 
in your judication; the gate air shut 
sure nufl ; our horses ain't liable to take 

the back trail and leave us, that's sar 

"Oh, Pete!" I exclaimed, "How will 
we ever get out? Must we spend the 
remainder of our lives here ?" 

"It do look as if we'd stop here a 
right smart bit," he admitted, "maybe 
till this hyer holler between the moun- 
tains all fills with water agin like it was 
onct before, I reckon." 




O boys ever started 
on their camping 
trip, with more 
ideas on the sub- 
ject, than John and 
I. We had read all 
available books, and 
had exhausted the 
patience of any of 
our friends who had 
ever camped. One 
of them told us 
about a small sheet 
of water up in the 
mountains named Dismal Lake. "This 
lake," said he, "is ten miles from the 
nearest railroad station ; the scenery is 
fine, and the hunting and fishing are as 
good as you'll find in this part of the 
country. I camped there four years 
ago. I'll give you a list of the neces- 
sary articles, enough to last a week, 
which, when rolled in your blankets, 
will make two packs, each weighing 
about twenty pounds. Leave here on 
the five o'clock train, and you will ar- 
rive at 'Morris' at nine. You can tramp 
the ten miles, and be at your destina- 
tion in time for dinner." 

Eleven o'clock, one pleasant morn- 
ing later in September, found John 
and I each with a forty-pound pack on 
his back, tramping along a dusty road 
nine miles from Dismal Lake. We had 
traveled six miles since leaving the 
train, two hours before. A short dis- 
tance back, we had been informed that 
the lake was nine miles from the mill, 
which we could see just ahead of us. 
That did not conform with our city 
friend's idea of distance. He seemed, 
also, to have been a poor judge of the 
weight of a pack. We stopped at the 
miller's house and purchased some 
sandwiches. After our meal we con- 
tinued our journey. 

Our course now was a narrow road, 
winding snake-like up the side of the 
mountain. South of us, across a deep, 
thickly wooded valley, through which 
an invisible stream roared, was the 
beginning of another range, higher 
than the one on which we were. Many 
times during our ascent we halted for 
rest, or to quench our thirst at one of 
the numerous little streams that came 
from the dark recesses of the woods, 
to our right. 

It was nearly four o'clock when, 
foot-sore, weary and with aching backs, 
we reached the summit. When one 
considers that our packs . weighed 
nearly a third of our own weight, one 
can easily imagine our condition. A 
charcoal-burner's hut marked the end 
of the wagon road. The occupant, of 
whom we asked directions, looked at us 
pityingly, and said : 

"Guess you fellers came far 'nough 
for one day. Better stay with me to- 
night ; you'll feel more like walkin' in 
the mornin'." 

We thanked him, but said we were 
determined to camp at the lake that 
night ; at least / said we were, and 
glanced at John, hoping he'd demur. 
He did not. Pride is a good thing to 
have, sometimes. 

"It's a good two mile over there, and 
there ain't no road ; but if yer bound 
to go, I'll show yer the way." 

We turned to the left, as our infor- 
mant directed, and followed a crooked 
path, obstructed in many places by 
bowlders and fallen trees, down the 
side of the mountain. Several times 
our packs caught on bushes or over- 
hanging boughs, and we were thrown 
violently backward. Scratched and 
bruised, we reached the creek, up which 
we pursued our way, stepping from 
stone to stone, or wading in the shal- 




low places, until wc came to where it 
bent sharply to the right. Nearly ex- 
hausted and staggering- under our 
heavy burdens, we turned to the left, 
climbed a densely wooded slope and 
stumbled along its summit. John, who 
was several yards in advance of me, 
called back that he had reached the 
burnt woods. That proved we were 
going in the right direction and that 
the lake was not far away. 

When I joined him, .we decided to 
leave our packs where they were, until 
we had located the lake. The sun was 
setting when we started. We had ad- 
vanced but a short distance when we 
came to where the ground sloped grad- 
ually to the valley below. I laid on the 
ground and peered intently through the 
fast darkening woods, and there, not 
five hundred feet below us, I saw Dis- 
mal Lake. 

With an energy born of hope, we 
hurried back to our outfit, slung it on 
our tired shoulders and twenty minutes 
later were at our destination. 

A few feet back from the water's 
edge, we tried to start a fire. The 
wood was wet and the ground was 
soggy. Gathering our few possessions 
in our blankets, we carried them back 
to the shelter of the trees, deposited 
them at the foot of an oak and went in 
search of dry wood. Whenever we 
stumbled over anything, we'd stop and 
examine it ; if it was burnable, we'd 
carry it back to where we intended to 
start our fire. 

While I fried, or rather, "burned" 
the bacon, made a pot of what was sup- 
posed to be coffee and opened a can of 
beans, John set about erecting a log 
and brush shelter, from ideas which he 
had obtained from some book. Need- 
less to say, my culinary duties were 
performed under great difficulty. 
Whenever I tried to turn the bacon, I 
either burned my hands or got my eyes 
filled with smoke; sometimes both. 
Then, the moment I left the fire, the 
coffee would boil over, sending a cloud 
of steam and ashes skyward. Where 

the steam went, I don't know, bui the 
ashes invariably found their way into 
the frying-pan. 

When the bacon was done, I re- 
moved it from the pan, into a tin plate, 
which I set on a log near the fire. The 
moment I let go of it, it toppled over. 
I picked up all I could find, brushed 
the dirt from it and returned it to the 
plate, which I placed on a more solid 
foundation. " When I emptied the can 
of beans into the frying pan, the hot 
grease spattered on my face and hands, 
nearly causing me to lose my grasp on 
the handle. I held on, however, and 
placed the mess on the fire. As soon 
as it was warm, I set it to one side and 
began to lay the supper things. 

Meanwhile, John was building his 
shelter ; from the inky blackness of 
the woods came the sound of his axe— 
chop — chop — chop — a crash ; then the 
struggle through the underbrush with 
his victim, followed by the cry, "Is 
supper ready?" When at last I sum- 
moned him, his first act, on emerging 
from the darkness, was to step in the 
pan of beans ; his second, to show me 
a pair of hands, beautifully decorated 
with blisters. 

We decided to open another can of 
beans and eat them cold. As we were 
about to begin our meal, the stillness of 
the night was broken by a loud bel- 
low. We seized our rifles and sprang 
to our feet. Less than twenty feet 
away, and coming toward us, was the 
finest specimen of the bull family I 
have ever seen. Behind him, we 
counted nine others. At the circle of 
light from our fire, he stopped, pawed 
the ground, bellowed and shook his 
head angrily in our direction. 

John and I immediately dropped our 
rifles and sought safety among the top- 
most branches of nearby trees. Our 
unwelcome guest circled our roost sev- 
eral times, stopping frequently to gaze 
up at us, and show his displeasure. 
The others kept at a respectful distance. 
When he seemed satisfied that we were 
out of his reach for the present, he 



strode majestically over to our supper 
table (which was a blanket spread on 
the ground), surveyed it thoughtfully 
for a few minutes, and then, with a dis- 
gusted grunt, he walked away, fol- 
lowed by his brothers. We watched 
them as they slowly wended their way 
along the moon-lit shore of the lake, 
until they disappeared in the woods 

We climbed from the trees as fast 
as our stiffened limbs would allow us, 
and re-kindled the fire. The bacon 
was cold and hard, the coffee was like 
ice water, and we were shivering. John 
warmed his hands over the blaze, then 
looked at his watch ; it was nearly 
twenty minutes to eleven. Two hours 
up in a tree, with no protection from 
the cold but thin flannel shirts ! 

We thawed out the bacon, heated the 
coffee, and were about to resume our 
meal when the bulls returned. Rather 
than spend the remainder of the night 
up in a tree, we tried to drive them 
away with stones. Our scheme partly 
succeeded ; that is, we drove them 
away but they always came back. This 
is how we spent the next hour : mouth- 
ful of supper, then get up and shy a 
stone. That might have been the pro- 
gram for the night had not John 
thought of a scheme. 

He opened several cartridges on a 
piece of dry paper, and set it in the 
place where our friends usually stopped 
when they called. Then, cutting the 
corner fromi his blanket, he soaked it 
in grease and tied it on a long pole. 

When the bulls appeared, we waited 
until the leader, who was several yards 
in advance of the others, was near the 
powder. While I attracted his atten- 
tion and at the same time maneuvered 
so as to get him over our "infernal 
machine" without stepping on it, John 
circled to the rear, lit his torch, thrust 
it far forward and ignited the powder. 
There was a blinding flash, followed 
immediately by a hoarse bellow, and 
the sound of. a heavy body crashing 
through the underbrush. 

A second before my companion 
touched off the powder, I sprang be- 
hind a large tree, and so escaped being 
run down by the maddened beast. 
"Guess that'll hold him for awhile," 
observed John, delightedly. "His 
friends have gone, too." I looked out 
into the moonlight; not a bull was in 

"Now, that our guests have de- 
parted, we may as well go into our 
cabin and go to bed," said I. 

John eyed me quizzically. "Do you 
mean that for sarcasm?" he asked, 

"I don't see how you can think my 
remark sarcastic, when I heard you 
back in the woods, chopping, while I 
was getting supper ready." 

"Come and take a look," said he, 
seizing a burning stick from the fire, 
and preceding me into the darkness. 
Out of respect for my friend, I will 
simply state that his cabin reminded me 
of a cabbage-crate that had been struck 
by a bomb shell. 

Taking our blankets a short distance 
from the fire, in the hope that, should 
the bulls return, they would not see 
us, we laid on the ground and tried to 
sleep. We might as well have been 
in cold-storage. Back to the fire we 
went, threw on a few sticks, and made 
a second attempt to sleep. It was use- 
less. As soon as one of us would get 
in a doze, the other would call to him 
that there were sparks on his blanket. 
To sleep near the fire meant to be cre- 
mated ; to sleep away from it meant to 
freeze. The only safe course was to 
stay awake and wait for daylight. We 

O, the joys of camp life ; the musical 
hoot of the owl, the sweet intonations 
of the wild-cat ; ah, me ! all that was 
lacking to make it a paradise was the 
croak of the frogs and the buzzing of 
affectionate mosquitoes. 

Finally, a faint streak of white ap- 
peared along the top of the ridge to 
our left ; it was the coming of day — and 
with it came the bulls. What followed 



was but a repetition of the night be- 

When I was seated on the projecting 
limb of a tree, about thirty feet from 
the ground, I had a good chance to 
note our surroundings. 

Dismal Lake was aptly named ; that 
is, the 'dismal' part of it was. If the 
person who named it could see in it 
anything resembling a lake, he had bet- 
ter eyes than I have. Dismal Swamp 
would have been more appropriate. 
The lake, which was a quarter of a mile 
in circumference, and had an average 
depth of not more than two feet, was 
surrounded by high, heavily-wooded 
mountains. To our right, a little bab- 
bling brook entered ; and directly in 
front of us, on the opposite side of the 
lake, a similar stream flowed from it. 
Bordering the lake, from the water's 
edge to the woods (a distance of 
twenty-five feet), was a marsh. 

I called to John, who was in a nearby 
tree watching the bulls: "I think the 
best thing for us to do is to get away 
from here as soon as we can, and find 
some place where we can cook our 
breakfast undisturbed. I'm about 

"So am I," he replied. "We can't 
cook, eat, hunt or fish. I don't know 
of anything to keep us here — unless it's 
the bulls." 

As our enemies were at a safe dis- 
tance, we descended from our perches 
and packed our outfit. Then, skirting 
the east shore of the lake to its outlet, 
we followed its rugged, winding course 
for perhaps a mile. Presently, we met 
another stream ; and at the junction of 
the two was a miniature sandy beach, 
on which the sun's rays smiled fondly. 
It proved irresistible. We threw our- 
selves on the warm sand. Before we 
realized our actions, we were stripped 
and splashing about in the cool, clear 

After our bath, we drew on only 
shirt and trousers. An hour later, we 
were eating our first substantial meal 
since leaving home, thirty-six hours 
before. The bacon was burned, the 

rice was tough, but it was a decided 
improvement on our former attempts. 
We threw the dirty dishes at the fool 
of a tree, to be washed later. Our 
blankets we spread on the warm sand 
and a few moments later my chum and 
I were in dreamland. 

When I awoke it was dark. I rubbed 
my eyes and sat up. A cold rain 
struck my face. I reached for my 
clothes, but could not find them. 
Throwing off my blanket, I arose to 
my feet and continued the search ; step- 
ping on sharp stones, and numerous 
twigs, and stubbing my toes at every 
step. My exclamations of delight (?) 
awakened my comrade. He joined me. 
Crawling and walking, alternately, 
we groped for our clothes. A half- 
hour later, we found them — soaked. 
After wringing out the surplus water, 
we put them on. 

"Ugh!" came John's voice from the 
darkness, "but these trousers have 

As our matches were wet, we could 
not start a fire. If we could have read 
the print in our "How to Become a 
Camper, in Six Lessons," no doubt we 
could have learned just what to do 
about it. 

Meanwhile, the rain came down 
steadily. We found our wet blankets, 
squeezed out as much water as we 
could, wrapped them around us, and 
with our backs against a tree, pre- 
pared to spend the night. Soaked to 
the skin, and shivering with the cold, 
we sat there in a semi-conscious condi- 
tion all through the long night. To- 
ward morning the rain ceased, but the 
dark clouds threatened another heavy 

When daylight appeared, we crawled 
from our blankets and discovered that 
we were wearing each other's trousers. 
Our provisions were scattered over the 
wet ground and utterly ruined. The 
tin dishes were lying here and there, 
half filled with water. 

Taking only our blankets and rifles, 
we forded the swollen stream and 
struck through the woods, being care- 



ful to keep parallel to the stream. Our 
"Vest Pocket Guide'' told us that water 
always flowed somezvhere. At every 
step the water oozed from our shoes ; 
at the least jar, our blanket rolls 
emitted water, which soaked through 
our flannel shirts and trickled down 
our backs. 

Three hours later, we came to a small 
wooden bridge that spanned the creek. 
Turning to the left, we followed a nar- 
row wagon road. Our feet were so 
sore that we walked on the sides of the 
soles of our shoes, or on the heels. 
Wet, weary and splashed from head 
to foot with mud, we finally came to a 

The farmer lent us some dry clothes 
and gave us a substantial dinner, dur- 
ing which we gave him an account of 
our experiences. When we mentioned 
the bulls, our host became angry. 
"Why didn't you stop them ?" he ex- 
claimed. "I know them bulls, and I 
know the man that owns 'em. He's 
the meanest old rascal in this part of 
the country. He lets his critters roam 

over the mountains, from early in the 
fall till long towards Christmas." 

The next morning we drove five 
miles to the train. When we took 
leave of our host, we offered to pay for 
his trouble, but he refused to accept 
anything. We thanked him warmly, 
and at Christmas time proved that our 
appreciation was genuine. 

Early that evening we arrived in the 
city, and made a 'bee-line' for the 
house of the friend ( ?) who told us 
about "Dismal Lake." 

"If he can't give a satisfactory ex- 
planation of why he sent us up there, 
I'm going to lick him," said John, 
wrath fully. 

When we came to the house, our 
friend answered the bell, and John de- 
manded the explanation. 

"Well," said he, "you fellows had 
been bothering me so about camping*, 
that I decided to give you a dose that 
would last you for several seasons — 
and I guess I've been successful," he 
added, laughing. Then he slammed 
the door. 



Thy presence sweet, like scent of orient 

The atmosphere of all my thoughts, pervacl- 

When I would sing of flowers and 

To sing of thee, they presence sweet, per- 


Ten thousand other fancies come to me, 
Suggesting fairer worlds with heart-beats, 
Before thy name, they flee in shame, 
Lo ! sing I never but of thee — my meer- 


In the last number I promised to tell how 
to have a gander plucking without any un- 
comfortable experiences on the part of the 
gander. To do this we must have an arti- 
ficial gander. Have your mother sew a 
piece of canvas up in egg shape or the form 
of a modern football, to be stuffed with ex- 
celsior or shavings or any old thing which 
will fill the body out nice and plump. Make 


of the form of a girl's stocking and stuff 
it tightly enough so that it will hold itself 
more or less erect. The foot of the stock- 
ing will be the head of the goose. This 
must be sewn to the body, that is, to the 
egg-shaped bag, very securely with waxed 
linen thread. The whole thing should be 
made strong enough to withstand the rough 
usage to which it will be subjected. After 
it is all complete and the festival day of 
the fort has arrived, erect a post, about the 
size of an ordinary fence post, and see that 
it is securely planted in the ground. On the 
top of the post nail a plank, tie your goose 
to the plank with string that maybe broken 
by a hearty pull, but which will hold it 
securely when an ordinary jerk is applied. 
Cover the goose's neck from where it joins 
the body, up over its head, with 


or vaseline or lard, soft soap being the best 
material for this purpose. Then let each 
member of the fort mount his bicycle and 
ride by, one after the other, at full speed, 
each rider as he passes the gander making 
a grab at his neck and trying to tear it from 
its lashings on the post without falling from 
his bicycle or checking his speed. You will 
find this a very amusing and at the same 
time strenuous sort of sport. _ Only those 
should engage in it who can ride their bi- 
cycle with sufficient skill to prevent a bad 
spill. But, if you are in a section of the 
country not suited to bicycles, or do not 
happen to possess wheels or are not ex- 
pert riders, you can lay out a hundred yard 
course for running and then allow the com- 
petitors to try and snatch the gander from 
his perch as they dash by at full speed. 
Usually the only result when one has 
grasped the goose's neck is for the hand to 
slip off with a* noise that we can only spell, 
— a-w-r-k — which is disappointing to the 
contestant but highly amusing to the spec- 

The turkey shoot was another feature of 
the old backwoodsmen's sport, and while 
they were accustomed to tie a live turkey 
by its leg to a peg driven in the ground, and 
then shoot at it with their long, double- 
triggered "Kaintuck" rifles, it is not neces- 
sary for us to subject the poor turkey to 
the necessary wounds inflicted by bad 
marksmen. But we can make, 


as we did the artificial gander. Only, in this 
case, it need not necessarily be made so 
strong, and may even be made of paper 
pasted together and stuffed with excelsior. 
In fact, the paper turkey would be better 
than a cloth one or a real one to disclose 
the accuracy of the marksmen, as the bul- 
let marks would be more easily discernible. 
But if you find it at all difficult to make a 
pajper turkey and stuff it with excelsior, 
you can substitute in its place one cut out 
of a piece of paste board, card board or 
bristol board and stuff by tacking it to a 
piece of ordinary board, sharpened at the 
bottom so it can be driven into the ground 
and make the turkey stand erect. This 
may be used as a target for rifle practice, 
archery, cross bow or any of the weapons 
used by boys. 


should be well marked, as that answers for 
the bull's eye of the target and counts the 
most to the marksman. Divide the neck 
by lines drawn across it into three spaces 
below the head. The eye counts ten, the 
head counts nine, the first section of the 
neck counts eight, the second section seven, 
the third section six, and the crop or breast 
of the turkey five, the middle of the tur- 
key four, the rump of the turkey three, the 
fcail or legs one and a miss, of course, 
counts nothing. 

In case you use fire arms, it is 


to see that the target is placed below a 
bank of earth, a bare hillside or some sim- 
ilar object, which will prevent any danger 
from the bullets to passers by. Also, that 
no one shall stand anywhere near the tar- 
get when it is in use. Davy Crockett should 
run to the target after each shot, call out 
the number and return to his place at the 




taw line before the next shot is fired. Daniel 
Boone and Davy Crockett should be the 
policemen on this occasion and demand and 
insist that these regulations shall be carried 
out to the letter. 

We not only want no accident ever to 
happen through carelessness to any of the 
Sons of Daniel Boone or their friends, but 
we wish them to set an example which will 
be followed by other boys, and thus lessen 
(the danger and the number of accidents 
which are constantly happening because of 
the handling of fire arms by untrained and 
nndrilled bovs and men. 


In February we begin to pull over our 
rods and look over our flies, examine our 
reels and by various other little acts show 
that our mind is beginning to wander from 
our occupation, 'business or professional, to 
the brooks. By April, there is something in- 
side of us which snaps and, after that has 
happened a dollar is no longer the size of 
a cart wheel, business obligations no longer 
have the serious aspect they formerly had. 
In fact, there is nothing so serious to us as 
the question of whether we can take a few 
days off in which to cast the fly and the 
question as to what the possible results of 
our cast will be. 

Some cynic has said, in speaking of fish- 
ermen's stories, and to the question as to 
why they are doubted by the angler's audi- 
ence : 

"An answer to this problem 

Is what I greatly wish, 
Does fishing make men liars? 

Or do only liars fish?" 

The inference one must draw from this 
little verse is plainly a libel on the sons of 
Izaak Walton, for everybody who has met 
these genial gentlemen, knows that their 
wiord would carry more weight in <court 
than that of any bunch of business men who 
never fish who could be brought before the 

Speaking of casting the fly; it is inter- 
esting to note that the ancients were ad- 
dicted to this method of fishing and, ac- 
cording to the Cincinnati Enquirer a minute 
description of the artificial fly as used by 
Macedonian anglers is given by ^Elian, a 
Greek writer of the third century, as fol- 
lows : 

"Between Berea and Thessalonica there 
flows a river, Astraeus 'by name, and there 
are in it fishes of a spotted color, but by 
what name people of those parts call them 
it is better to ask Macedonians. 

"At any rate these fish live upon the na- 
tive flies which fall into the river and are 
like no flies of any other part, one would 
neither call them wasplike in appearance, 

nor would one reply to a question that this 
creature is formed like what we call the 
bumble bees, nor yet like the honey bees 

"In audacity it is like a fly, in size it might 
be called a bumble bee, in color it rivals 
the wasp and it buzzes like the honey bee. 
All common creatures of this sort are called 
horse tails. 

"These pitch upon the stream to seek the 
food they affect, but cannot help being seen 
by the fish, which swim underneath. 

"So whenever one of them sees the fly 
floating he comes sofitly, swimming under 
the water, afraid of disturbing the surface 
and so scaring away his game. Then he 
comes near the shady side of the fly, gapes 
and sucks him in just like a wolf snatching 
a sheep from the fold or an eagle a goose 
from the yard. This done he disappears 
beneath the ripple. 

"The fishermen understand these maneu- 
vers, but they do not make any use of these 
flies for a bait for the fish, for if the hu- 
man hand lays hold of them they lose their 
natural color, their wings fray and they 
become uneatable ito the fish. 

"So with angling craft they outwit the 
fish, devising a sort of lure against them. 
They lap a lot of reddish wool round the 
hook and to the wool two cock's feathers 
which grow under the wattels and are 
brought to the proper color with wax. The 
rod is from six to ten feet long and the 
horsehair line has the same length. 

"They lower the lure. The fish is attracted 
by the color, excited, draws close, and, judg- 
ing from its beautiful appearance that it will 
obtain a marvelous banquet, forthwith opens 
its mouth, but is caught by the hook and 
bitter, indeed, is the feast it has, inasmuch 
as it is captured." 

I am afraid that my editorials are not al- 
ways carefully read. In the July number, 
under the head of "The Disgraceful Side 
Hunit," I make a plea for certain hawks, and, 
probably because I ended that plea by saying 
that if the people did not learn better "they 
will learn to their sorrow that they can not 
interfere with Nature's buzzsaw without se- 
rious consequences to themselves ; and then, 
indeed, they will all sit down to a feast at 
which the agriculturists and the merchants 
depending upon the district will be com- 
pelled to eat crow." 

Because I said this, many of my readers 
have jumped at the conclusion that I wanted 
them to protect the crow. I am afraid that 
I can not say much for the crow as a wild 
bird; but as probably no other bird in Amer- 
ica is better known than this shiny, black 
imp, it is unnecessary for me to say anything 
further against him. However, I want to 
here correct the readers so that they will 
not continue to flood Recreation and me 
personally with letters denouncing the crow 
and asking why I spoke in his favor. The 



most I have said for this bird is that he 
makes one of the most amusing pets of any 
creature I have ever domesticated, and prob- 
ably that is the beat that can be said for him. 
Now, for all those people who must kill 
something, whose instincts are for blood, 
I will say, for goodness' sake, go out and 
shoot crows. You will find them a diffi- 
cult quarry. They will test your skill and 
their plumage will be much more appropri- 
ate for your wife's hat than that of birds 
whose use to humanity is undoubted or of 
those who are an ornament to our field and 
pastures or which fill the woods with their 

Speaking of eating crows, I am told that 
the squabs or nestlings are not unpalatable, 
and, although I have personally eaten alli- 
gator, skunks, muskrats, musk turtles, 'coons, 
'possum, Rocky Mountain goat and other 
creatures" of strong habits, I have never yet 
eaten young crow. If any of my readers 
wish to experiment in this line, I can say, 
as far as my observation goes, the young 
crows are fed with clean food and, all preju- 
dice aside, I really see no reason why they 
should not make a palatable dish. 

Regarding the food of adult crows, it may 
be of interest to many readers to know that 
although I have had five or six pet crows 
and kept some of them for many years, I 
have never known one of these birds to eat 
carrion or corn, the reason being that they 
could always secure food which was much 
more palatable and to their liking. From 
this I am led to believe that the crows only 
eat carrion when they can secure no other 
food. In this propensity, the records of 
shipwrecked people and parties lost in the 
woods show that man does not differ from 
the crow, and, when the latter is starving, 
he will not stop because the food may have 
the odor of Rochefort or Camembert cheese. 

I have an idea that if the crow did not see 
the farmer put the grains of corn into the 
ground it would not pull them up. Every 
pet bird of this kind that I ever owned would 
immediately search out and pull out any ob- 
ject which I buried in the ground or at- 
tempted in any manner to conceal. _ 

What Recreation is trying to do is not to 
defend Jim Crow, but to cause a discussion 
and a consequent investigation on the part 
of its readers into the habits of birds such 
as the red-tailed hawks, for instance, which 
are commonly supposed to be injurious to 
the farmers, but which our best-informed 
•men tell us are a benefit to the agricultural 


Editor Recreation : 

Your very interesting article, with its 
splendid illustrations on the toad, in the Oc- 

tober number of Recreation, particularly 
appealed to me. In your drawings I could 
see the "counterfeit presentment" of a toad 
that has been my special pet for the pasl 
five years. 

Up to about a month ago my toad lived 
like a king in the backyard, regaling himself, 
as was his wont, on the choice tid-bits of 
insect life that flourished among the plants. 
He grew into a ponderous fellow, and such 
was his confidence in his surroundings that 
he would see little danger in hopping slug- 
gishly, along at the very feet of his human 
acquaintance. Even our big, black dog was 
treated with supercilious indifference, much 
to that canine's sniffing disgust. 

Occasionally Mr. Toad would play an in- 
teresting part in a performance that afforded 
our visiting friends a great deal of amuse- 
ment. Mr. Toad enjoyed having his back 
scratched. With a long stick I would slowly 
stroke the warty protuberances on his spinal 
column. He would flatten out like a fat 
pancake, never making a single move to es- 
cape, and to all appearances having the time 
of his life. 

But one day, a month ago, Toady got into 
disgrace. This is how it came about : I 
constructed a fountain in the rear yard last 
summer, in which were placed some gold- 
fish. One moonlight night, happening to 
look into the water, lo and behold ! There, 
was Mr. Toad, his big, broad face and 
bulging eyes looking up at me the very pic- 
ture of trouble. It was manifest that he was 
trying to get out of the water, but a high, 
steep and slimy wall made this impossible. 
On further examination I was quite taken 
aback to see in his mouth a little gold-fish, 
wriggling and squirming to escape, Toady 
was looking directly at me and seemed to 
say, or I could easily imagine him saying, 

"Please, Mr. Back-scratcher, help me out 
with this dainty morsel." 

Now, instead of being amused I was filled 
with wrath, for in my warty friend I at 
once espied a harmful creature, that would 
soon deplete the animal life in the fountain. 
I made haste to catch him up with a net, 
and with firm set lips, conveyed the poach- 
ing rascal out into the alley, where I dumped 
him a block away. I hated to do it, but I 
realized it must be done or good-bye to the 

How such a slow-moving fellow could 
capture a quick, swimming fish was a 
puzzle. No doubt, after climbing to the top 
of the fountain wall, he had seen the fish 
passing temptingly by. It was too much for 
Toady, and in he went, all bent on catching 
the fish, very much like human beings, who 
so frequently fall into temptation without 
figuring on after results. 

Fred. S. Crofoot, Detroit, Mich. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have heard the pistol, pro and con so 
much I have decided to write you my ideas 
from actual experience, although I was not 
an habitual ''pistol toter" until three years 
ago, when I was appointed Under Sheriff of 
this county. I have since carried pistol and 
rifle many a thousand miles. First it depends 
what a man wants to use a pistol for. I 
can not understand what a man would want 
with anything less than 32-20 smokeless. All 
they are good for would be to do accidental 
killing of some member of his family or 
friends. To my idea, of the all-around pis- 
tol, there are only three, namely, the 32-20 
smokeless on a 45 frame ; the 32 Colt's auto- 
matic, or the Luger automatic. The Luger 
has the greatest penetration, with soft point 
bullets. The Colt's automatic and 32-20 are 
about the same. The old black powder 44 
•or 45 is a back number here, too much load 
for the weight of the iron. The 32-20 on 
45 frame has no kick, and both the auto- 
matics put the recoil in your grip, where the 
old 45 or 44 tried to mark your face, and 
very few men can do accurate shooting with 
them ; but I think anyone, with practice, 
could be a good marksman with any one of 
the other three. 

Now as to weight ; it seems any of them 
are not too heavy. Of course, the 32-20 is 
the heaviest of them all. Last month, when 
on my annual hunt (I get my game every 
season), I had wounded a big blacktail, but 
he was trying to get away, and was al- 
most at the top of a very steep mountain, 
and every yard he made down that steep hill- 
side meant labor to get him back. I got up 
close, and in order to put him entirely out 
of business, I shot him with my Luger from 
behind, square between the horns, using a 
soft point bullet. It went entirely through. 

Last year I shot a buck that dressed 160 
pounds, just as it was getting dusk. The 
old buck went- down like a ton of bricks. I 
went up to bleed him, but when I took hold 
of him he got up, and as it was too dark to 
use my rifle, and I had seven loads in my 
Luger, I emptied it — four shots taking effect 
at a distance not to exceed 100 yards for 
the longest shot. One of those bullets 
struck just behind the left shoulder, ranging 
a little forward, the jacket remained inside 
but the lead going entirely through. Now 
for accuracy and penetration no one need to 

hunt further. For killing use a soft point ; 
for target use the full mantel bullet. I have 
shot ground hogs or Rocky Mountain wood- 
chuck, and prairie dogs, with soft points, 
and actually shot their entrails entirely out, 
and I have done the same thing with our 
friend the coyote. 

Felix Alston, Big Horn, Wyo. 

THE 38-55 

Editor Recreation : 

Find enclosed $1.00 for Recreation. In 
the June number I wrote an article on the 
3^-55- Since then I have had many inquiries; 
at first I tried to answer them, but gave it up 
at last. Having returned from my annual 
hunting trip in the north and having had 
some more experience with big game, I 
can more than reaffirm what I said in June 
in regard to the power of the 38-55H.-P. 
smokeless shells, soft point, on deer. 

I shot deer by the side of a man using 
the 30-30, consequently I know what I am 
talking about. In answer to ome of those 
that were inquiring about the small load, I 
found them perfection for partridge, shoot- 
ing them in the head. 

I would pump the big load ov* and slip a 
miniature load in the barrel. My miniature 
load shoots with the same trajectory as the 
H.-P. at short range. I chose the Marlin 
1893 model l / 2 magazine, 7^4 pounds weight, 
on account of its simple and sure action 
and its accuracy, and the 38-55 H.-P. for its 
smashing power, and the straight shell, 
which makes it the best shell to reload (the 
bottle neck being a nuisance). I take the 
ordinary shell and can reload it a thousand 
times or more with the miniature load I 

I use smokeless Primers U.M.C., 6^2 or 
2, l / 2 W., according to the shell. I put about 
5 grains Infallible Shotgun Smokeless loose 
in the shell and a bullet weighing about 190 
grains that fits the barrel (which is impor- 
tant) to make it gas tight. I lubricate well, 
and set the bullet in the shell without crimp- 
ing. Bullet No. 37585-166 gr. Is a good one. 
Ideal No. 3, special tool, is the best, with its 
double adjustable chamber and muzzle re- 
sizer — I sometimes have to enlarge the noz- 
zle of shell to let the bullet in. With this 
powder you never have to clean the shells, 
and I use the pure lead, as the twist is so 
slow you do not need to harden the bullet. 




I find this little load extremely accurate 
up to 100 yards, and the cost to me is about 
$375 per 1,000 shots. 

I use Infallible Smokeless because it seems 
to me to shoot cleaner than Dupont. 1 use 
gasoline to clean my guns with as it cuts the 
fouling. I wipe dry and then finish with 
good oil. 

V. E. Covert, Leslie, Mich. 


Editor Recreation: 

December Recreation just received and al- 
though I sent in a short note regarding the 
intended kindness of my friend, Mr. De An- 
gelis, in suggesting that the new revolver, if 
made, be called the "Haines model," a few 
additional remarks may not be out of order. 
I fully appreciate Mr. De Angelis' efforts in 
my behalf, but T fear that the efforts of Mr. 
Lowdermilk, who has worked along the same 
lines as myself, are being sadly overlooked. 
Let us do our best, in a legitimate way, to 
get the guns manufactured, and if the manu- 
facturers ask for suggestions for a name I 
will gladly suggest one but it would hardly 
be the ''Haines model." 

The method by which it is expected to get 
manufacturers awakened to the fact that this 
gun is wanted and will meet quite a ready 
sale has been clearly outlined in several mag- 
azines, but as there seems a grave danger 
that by asking for too much we may defeat 
the very purpose desired, I would suggest 
that, as has been stated by manufacturers, 
one calibre is all that they would be apt to 
produce, that we ask only for the one — .38 
S. & W. Special. This, it seems to me, would 
come nearer meeting the wants of the ma- 
jority than any other one calibre that could 
be suggested. 

This gun, if made in same lengths and 
weights as the present double action Colt's 
and Smith & Wesson's military revolvers but 
made single action, would undoubtedly pro- 
duce the most nearly perfect belt revolver for 
all who would have use for such a weapon 
that has ever been placed on the market. 
The scheme is feasible, and while there are 
a few who are satisfied with some of the 
heavy single action guns now to be had, 
others who prefer the automatic pistol or 
some of the various makes, models and cali- 
bres of double action revolvers, it is plainly 
evident that from the great majority of those 
who have expressed themselves through the 
different magazines in which this subject has 
been discussed that there is a demand, and a 
large one at that, for the revolver we are 
asking the factories to turn out and which 
we are willing and anxious to pay for. 

The old Colt single action in the large cal- 
ibres, which were of necessity built on a large 
frame, was a success and none can truth- 
fully deny this statement, and in my opinion 
as well as that of others, the proposed new 
gun would be no less so in any way, 

In point of accuracy the new gun we want 
would be unequalled, while the penetration 
would be all that anyone could ask for, and 
the single action feature, coupled with its 
swinging out cylinder, simultaneous ejecting 
of cartridges, and last, but by no means lea it, 
the old Colt single action stock and ham 
mer, would complete the description of a 
weapon that in every way could safely be 
called the ideal gun. 

Ashley A. Haines, Salmon Arm, B. C. 


Editor Recreation : 

Occasionally I hear a "wail of woe," aris- 
ing from the dire calamity of rust in rifles. 
The latest, from Brother W. F. Johnson, 
New York City. I will state my experience 
and "sure cure." I had a splendid rifle rust 
and pit badly from letting it go dirty after 
one shoot from a certain kind of powder. 
The rifle was utterly worthless six months 
after the rust first appeared, although I 
took good care of it after I first found it. 
The whole expense of having "my beauty" 
rebored (from .22-.i5.-6o-.34-inch barrel to 
.28-.30-.120 31-inch barrel I had the barrel 
cut of three inches) was about twelve dol- 
lars, owing to the great distance to the fac- 
tory, quite a dear lesson for a working man, 
even from the financial view. As soon as I 
discovered the rust I adapted the following 
plan to save 'my other rifle, which is also a 
■special arm of great beauty and efficiency. 
I took ordinary knitting yarn and twisted 
and doubled it into a small rope that fit very 
snugly in the barrel; this I keep saturated 
with vaseline, sometimes adding 3 in 1, or 
any good oil. The rope should be about one. 
inch longer than the barrel. I attach to this 
rope a small strong string with a bullet of 
smaller calibre than the bore of the rifle, 
drop the bullet then from the breech, draw 
the oiled yarn rope through the barrel, al- 
lowing the end stop just inside the chamber, 
wrap the small string with the bullet on 
around the muzzle of the rifle and lay it 
away without any fear. I contend that the 
woolen rope allows air to circulate through 
the barrel, and the presence of so much oil 
keeps out any rusting influence. Leastwise 
I have kept one rifle four years in beautiful 
condition thereby, and my unfortunate one 
is good so far, from the same treatment. 
This may seem too much trouble for some 
careless gunners, but after a little practice 
one can manipulate the combination with- 
out any great lot of trouble. I will add, 
however, the rifle should be cleaned after 
each shooting as soon as possible. I clean 
with a buckskin string, with a 'small string 
and bullet, as above described, using any 
ordinary rag for a swab. I seldom change 
swabs. I would advise Brother Johnson 
against any wire brush or other metal, ex- 
cept lead inside your rifle barrel, after using 



the buckskin string and ordinary rag for a 
cleaner for a while, until getting" accus- 
tomed to it. No practical hunter or shooter 
would use anything else, as you can carry 
it so nicely in your pocket and always ready 
for use. I would caution to always draw 
the swab first through the muzzle, in order 
to get the proper sized swab, as one is liable 
to start from chamber and choke from too 
large a swab. The string should also be of 
the best buckskin, or other leather equally 
as strong. After some little practice this 
proves a very cheap, quick, safe and abso- 
lutely sure way to -care for a rifle. Yes, of 
course, I am a crank. 
Lebanon, Ore. L. R. Henderson. 


Editor Recreation : 

Perhaps the following quotation from the 
annual report of the Chief of Ordnance for 
the year ending June 30, 1905, may interest 
some of your readers : 

"It is anticipated that the experiments for 
determining a design and calibre of revolver 
bullet which will possess sufficient stopping 
power and shock effect will be completed at 
an early date. Results of the tests so far 
made would seem to indicate that no bullet 
having a calibre less than .45 can be found to 
fulfill the requirements imposed." The ital- 
ics are my own. 

T. Sperling, Brooklyn, N. Y. 


Utica, N. Y., 8th Dec, 1905. 
Editor Recreation : 

The case against the metal-patched bullet 
is much stronger than you give it credit for 
being in your comment on my letter in the 
December number. It has been proven pos- 
sible to get excellent results with very high- 
pressure smokeless loads without using the 
metal patch. Mr. W. A. Linklet-ter has 
evolved a high-power smokeless load with 
cast bullet and lubricated paper patch for his 
40-90 Winchester single-shot, that he justly 
calls a "world beater." Dr. W. G. Hudson, 
with the assistance of Mr. Barlow, of the 
Ideal Manufacturing Co., has produced ex- 
cellent smokeless loads, using cast bullets, 
combining great accuracy with fairly high 
velocity, and it is said that the lubricated 
wire-patched bullet made by the National 
Projectile Works has all the advantages of 
the metal patch and has no injurious effect 
upon the rifling. If this is true — and it is 
attested hy many who have used it — this bul- 
let will undoubtedly drive the metal patch 
out of the market. 

However that may be, there can be no ex- 
cuse for using metal-patched bullets in low- 
power, smokeless cartridges that do not dif- 
fer from black-powder loads in velocity. And 
all low-power central-fire smokeless rifle 

cartridges, with two exceptions, are loaded 
with metal-patched bullets. Manufacturers 
claim that they can not obtain satisfactory 
results with cast bullets in these cartridges. 
But they forget to be consistent. The .43 
Spanish Remington smokeless cartridge, as 
made by the Winchester Repeating Arms Co. 
today, uses a plain lead bullet. The powder 
charge of this cartridge is equivalent in en- 
ergy to seventy-seven grains of black powder. 
If smokeless powder in charges equivalent in 
energy to seventy-seven grains of black pow- 
der can be used with a plain lead bullet, why 
on earth can't 45~7o, 40-72, 38-55, 32-40 and 
other low-power smokeless loads be furnished 
with lead bullets? They can be, and if the 
users of these cartridges care enough about 
the welfare of their rifle-barrels they will be, 
for the manufacturers would feel compelled 
to supply a general demand. 

To return to the question of metal-patched 
bullets for revolvers, it is to the credit of the 
cartridge manufacturers that all smokeless 
revolver cartridges except the .32, .38 and .44 
W. C. F., use plain lead bullets. The pres- 
sure necessary to force a hard, unyielding, 
cylindrical, unlubricated metal-patched- bullet 
to take the rifling would be infinitely greater 
•than that necessary for a soft, cannulated 
and lubricated lead bullet. And this tremen- 
dously increased pressure would be exerted 
on the weakest part of the revolver's struc- 
ture — the joint between the cylinder and the 

Colt and Smith & Wesson revolvers will 
stand a tremendous amount of abuse and yet 
work well — their strength and durability are 
wonderful — 'but the metal-patched bullet 
would be the straw to break the camel's back. 

P. De Angelis. 


Editor, Recreation : 

I have been buying your magazine at the 
news stands and have been reading the dis- 
cussions on the "Ideal Belt Gun" with great 
interest. That is my hobby. Have been using 
most all of the heavy guns, 38, 44, 45, etc., 
but have had better success and like the 38 
Special Officer's model Colt's better than 
any I have ever used. 

For short range and indoor practice I re- 
load shells with full size bullet and half- 
charges of "Semi-smokeless" powder 
(King's), and find that it generally shoots 
where you hold it. 

I wish either you or some of your readers 
would tell me where I can get an "ideal 
belt and holster" for this same gun, one 
that is made of some soft dark brown or 
black leather, that won't sound as if you 
were a walking harness shop. I have tried 
both in Chicago and St. Louis to buy such a 
holster or to have one made, but can find 
none nor any one that will make one. 

J. P. Allen, Jr., Greencastle, Ind. 




Editor, Recreation : 

I shall be very obliged if you can give me 
a receipt for browning gun barrels. 

I have one, have tried it, and am sorry to 
say failed badly ; mine is, 1 ounce tincture 
of muriate of iron, 1 ounce nitric ether, 4 
scruples sulphite of copper, ^4. pint of rain 
water; clean the barrels thoroughly with 
fine emery powder if rusted, then wash the 
barrels with boiling Water, soap and brush; 
be careful and not let your hands touch the 
barrels whilst drying them, as any grease 
prevents the mixture from taking; apply 
mixture with a sponge fastened to a stick, 
twelve hours after application inmmerse the 
barrels in turpentine water for about an 
hour, then give them a good rubbing with a 
piece of hard cloth ; if one application is not 
enough, put on a second. 

My barrels turned a light rust color. I 
then put 3 in 1 oil, and now the}^ have a 
terrible coat of rust. Cleaned and oiled them 
to-day, a couple of days after they are just 
as bad with rust. Hoping that you will be 
able to help us, and wishing you every suc- 

C. Connell, Trinidad, B. W. T. 

Amateurs very rarely succeed in rebrown- 
ing barrels. It would seem as though you 
had not stopped the action of the acids in 
the mixture. A more thorough boiling in 
a larger quantity of water might have pre- 
vented the rust. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have been reading with much interest 
the different articles on the belt revolver 
in your magazine for the past few months. 
I am delighted to know that so many besides 
myself are interested in getting out a new 
and better revolver than we have ever had 
on the market. I have a few words to say 
in regard to the .38 special. I am the 
happy owner of a .38 military model Smith 
& Wesson revolver with a five-inch barrel, 
and I have yet to see a revolver that will 
excel it in accuracy or penetration. About. 
the only use I have for it is target practice, 
and to use on different camping trips. In 
target practice I shoot at an eight bull at 
100 yards mostly, and have made a score 
of forty out of a possible fifty. Six out of 
the ten were in the bullseye. This shows 
something about the accuracy of this gun, 
now as to penetration. I have several times 
shot it through the four-inch side of a two 
by four post, and I do not know where it 
went to after passing through this. You 
know some people may think that a revolver 
is supposed to shoot as hard as a Spring- 
field rifle, but they arc mistaken. A pistol 
that will go through four; inches of hard 

Georgia pine wood I believe will meel the n 
quirements of whal .-1 pistol is used for. '! he 
largest game I ever killed will) it was a 
cow, and it only took one shot to do if, too. 

Now there area few improvements thai 
can be made on this revolver, and in my mind 
they are this. Make it with old Army 

Model Colt's grip, single action, with less 
sweep to the hammer than we have on the 
old Army Model, and with by all mean a 
front cylinder lock, but please don't pay 
any attention to what these different pistol 
cranks are saying in regard to fancy sights. 
Why, if a man ever gets used to shooting 
with the fancy target sights, I daresay that if 
he ever got in a place where he had to shoot 
without using sights at all he couldn't hit 
a man one out of ten. It gives me the jim- 
jams to hear them talk about these fancy 
target sights. The proper way to shoot a 
pistol is without any sights. 

Come forth now, brother pistol cranks, 
and let us hear what you have to say about 
this new pistol, that I am sure will be the 
most popular ever put on the market, and I 
certainly hope they will get out. By the 
way, I was about to leave out one thing. 
This pistol might be made to take smoke- 
less powder, which will add greatly to the 
shooting power of this arm. 

Hoping to see more about this new pistol 
in the next issue of Recreation, and wish- 
ing Recreation much success, 

Stuart Johnston, Macon, Ga. 


Editor, Recreation : 

It is with great interest that I read the 
articles published in your magazine relative 
to the "Ideal Gun," a single-action Colt, of 

In my opinion, the .44 or .45 calibre S. A. 
Colt Frontier as it is to-day is far and away 
above any other arm manufactured, and the 
only change I would care to have is in the 
method of ejection." By all means let us have 
a side-ejector, but for heaven's sake don't 
sacrifice the gun's good points to get it. 

There is no reason why a gun should be 
ruined for the majority because of the few 
high pressure and fancy sight fiends and oth- 
ers who are too weak to carry such an arm. 
To those I recommend the 15 ounce .22 cali- 
bre gun, either single or double action. 

To the man who packs a gun at his hip 
the fear of knocking the sights out of align- 
ment would become a positive worry, and 
worry is something none of us want 

I prefer a .44 calibre gun, as I use a Marlin 
carbine of that calibre, and am so saved, 
both expense and trouble. 

At any rate, me for the new gun as soon 
as it makes its appearance. 

E. M. Crafton, Chicago, 111. 

i 7 8 


Editor, Recreation : 

I would like to ask your readers for some 
information on the following: 

Is the Browning Automatic shotgun a 
good shooter, and is it durable? Have heard 
that it is so complicated that it soon gets 
out of order. 

Is the Brayton telescope sight a success, 
and is it a reliable sight for target and game 

Is the Savage .303 rifle a good gun for 
woodchucks? Of course, I would use the 
miniature cartridge. 

What is the best telescope sight for 
"chuck" shooting? 

I think the Gun and Ammunition depart- 
ment is one of the best features of Recrea- 

J. M. Elrick, Harrisville, Pa. 


Editor, Recreation : 

As I am a reader of the Recreation and 
enjoy it very much, and have had twelve 
years' experience with revolvers of all kinds, 
please permit me to "butt in." 

I have read many letters in regard to 
what kind of revolver is most suitable for 
belt and all around purposes. It seems that 
a large percentage of sportsmen want a sin- 
gle action revolver that will take the S. & 
W. cartridge. For what reason it is very 
difficult for me to find out. In regard to 
the single and double action, I prefer the 
double action for all purposes. For target 
practice and all other practice and for gen- 
eral usage, I believe one writer in "The 
Out Door Life" said it was harder to pull 
the hammer back on the double action than 
the single action. This is very true, if I 
remember right; but there is very little dif- 
ference. Some people say that the double 
action guns hang where they are shot rap- 
idly, and so some do. But not the Smith 
& Wesson special. Some say that the cylin- 
der turns a fraction when the trigger is 
pulled after being cocked, and so it does, but 
not the S. & W. I have a .38 mill S. & W. 
special, with pearl stock and target sights, 
blue finish. This is the best revolver for ac- 
curacy, durability, looks and penetration. 

Now, readers of Recreation, I wish to 
say that the single action for target and 
other purposes is all O. K. But for defense 
and quick work, give me the double action 
instead of the single. Now, to improve this 
revolver, which I think is superior to all 
others, I would suggest a rib on top of bar- 
rel, like the target pistols and others have. 
This will lower the sight, which I think is 
rather high, and will make it sufficiently 
heavy. It will weigh something over two 
pounds, which I think is heavy enough. 
Make it of nickel steel, so that it will shoot 
smokeless powder and soft point or full 
metal bullet. Then the recoil will be about 
one-third as much as the black powder. 
This revolver can be made both single and 
double action, so the demand for both can 
be supplied. Of course, the latest model 
will be desired by all with the lock in front 
of the cylinder. I have fun shooting smoke- 
less shells in my revolver and they do excel- 
lent work. I shot it two hundred times, 
and it didn't get out of order. I wish to 
recommend it as the best revolver on the 

Harry S. Everett, Cody, Wyoming. 



Pale February comes with tear-filled eyes, 

And now she weeps, and now she smiles 
again ; 

For flake-thick winds succeed the driving 

And leaden vaults contend with azure skies. 

Her gown of white and gray, close-fitting, 

Against her graceful form; her hands con- 

Sweet bashful snowdrops, heads a-droop, as 

To hide afresh, beneath late frosty ties. 

But Earth regards her with a mild reproach, 

Who stirs her sluggish blood with gentle 

And shrinks in fretful mood at every touch 

Her breast from lightly-falling feet sustains; 

Yet February doth straight on pursue 

Her quiet way, and wakes Earth's life anew. 





The ruffed grouse or partridge is, beyond 
any doubt, the greatest of our game birds. 
Anyone who has ever shot them appreciates 
the fact that there is greater satisfaction in 
bringing one of these grand birds to bay than 
in any other shooting that can be had. This 
is not only because of their size and beauty, 
though that, of course, adds to the pleasure, 
but more particularly through the fact of 
their extreme wildness and exceptional cun- 
ning, and that, aside froni an accidental 
chance shot, they generally give the shooter 
an opportunity for exercising all the quick- 
ness and accuracy of which he is capable. 

To thoroughly enjoy ruffed grouse shoot- 
ing, there are several things that are quite, if 
not absolutely necessary — a knowledge of the 
habits of the birds, a familiarity with the 
country over which you intend to shoot, the 
ability to stand hard tramping through 
swampy, rough cover and over rocky hill- 
sides ; and last and most important, a good 
partridge dog. Now what constitutes a good 
partridge dog? There are a good many 
shooters who would say at once, "I want a 
slow-working dog; one with a good nose, 
who will pick up the foot scent where the 
birds have been, and follow that trail until 
he locates the bird. Where the birds are as 
wild as they are in my country, no dog can 
point them unless he keeps his nose to the 
.ground and goes very slow. If a dog goes 
.racing through the woods and only points 
when he gets the body scent, you won't get 
.a shot in a week." This man may be a good 
.practical sportsman, a good shot, and may, 
if he is a persistent and hard worker, get 
.his share of birds. But he has been brought 
up to believe that a partridge dog is neces- 
sarily a potterer, because he has not been so 
fortunate as to possess or to have seen a 
-really good natural partridge dog. He may 
.have had or seen dogs that if properly han- 
dled would have made good ones, but his de- 
sire to shoot, whenever he knows there are 
birds to be found, and the fact that he could 
.get some shots over a slow-going dog, have 
prevented him from taking the time and the 
pains to teach the better dog what to do. It 
.is a fact that one who knows his shooting 
Hind, and where to find the birds, can get 
.more shots without any dog than he can 
with a fast dog that lias not been properly 
broken and had experience, Consequently 


.he can get more shots over a slow-going plug 
dog that takes the foot scent and creeps and 
crawls to his game than he can over a good 
though inexperienced dog. The best dogs 
that I have ever seen for the purpose were 
.high-headed ones, and I would not accept as 
■a gift one that persisted in trailing, and nos- 
ing on foot scent. I have found that the 
best ones will occasionally try for foot scent, 
but upon finding it, would throw up their 
beads, cast off, and go high-headed to their 

In selecting a young dog with the inten- 
tion of breaking him on partridge, and with 
the idea of making a thoroughly good dog 
for that work, do not be deceived and invest 
your money in one that shows a lot of point 
and an inclination to creep and crawl on the 
.scent. Select a good mover, just as you 
would if you were intending to do most of 
your shooting in the open on quail. Pick one 
that shows a disposition to keep his head up 
and feel for the scent, high in the air. If 
you can see him, when ranging quite fast, 
.stop and with a high head appear to use his 
nose, whether he shows inclination to point 
or not, give him a trial. More care is nec- 
essary in yard breaking a dog for partridge 
shooting than for quail, as it is very impor- 
tant for work on these wild birds that your 
dog be absolutely obedient and capable of 
being handled without the use of loud orders. 
A thoroughly broken partridge dog should 
'work without orders, or at the most with 
only a slight whistle and motion of the hand. 
.Right here is where 'good yard breaking 
comes in. If you' have a youngster of good 
disposition, you can easily teach him to be 
obedient to motions of the hand — to give you 
his attention at a low whistle — to drop read- 
ily at a signal and to move in either direc- 
tion as ordered. A little time spent in this 
way will be repaid many times over, when 
you come to give him his actual work on 
game. He can easily be taught to go more 
(Cautiously at the sound of "sh-sh," and to 
move on or go faster by clucking as to a 
horse. When finished in his breaking, these 
two orders and a few motions of the hand 
are all that need be used. There are dogs 
that show the qualities of which I have spo- 
ken, viz., good action and a disposition to 
hunt with a high head, that may be too rank 
or too ambitious for a novice to break with- 
out a great deal of trouble; but there are 
dogs, especially those that are bred from 



generations of partridge dogs, that can be 
broken with very little trouble. One of the 
most important things to bear in mind, pro- 
viding that in the first place you have one of 
the right sort, is not to expect too much of 
him in the beginning and have patience with 
him when he makes mistakes. If he has the 
right sort of a head for the work, and is 
really a good one, he will soon find where 
he is wrong and correct himself. Remember, 
I am speaking now of the really good nat- 
ural partridge dog, that has been well 
handled previous to his entry on game. Do 
not attempt to show him what to do, but let 
him learn it himself. Never check him un- 
less he is very wild. Never scold nor pun- 
ish him unless he has committed a rank fault. 
Put all the confidence you can in him — give, 
him a chance to develop his bird sense, and 
you will find him coming on much faster, 
and very much better than if you are con- 
tinually checking and talking to him and 
thereby taking his attention off of his work 
and preventing him from developing and 
tising his own brain. Such a young dog as 
I have spoken of may be difficult to find, but 
it is well worth while to take time to select 
such a one, for there is much greater pleas- 
ure in handling one of that kind, and he can, 
in one season, be developed into quite a sat- 
isfactory dog to shoot over. And if he can 
be made a companion of and be in constant 
touch with his owner, he will go on improv- 
ing from season to season until he becomes 
too old for service. When I speak of im- 
proving from season to season, I have in 
mind dogs which I have owned and shot 
over, and instances are brought to my recol- 
lection of the most wonderful development 
of" Ibird sense and intelligence, shown by 
them, in cases where they seemed to figure 
out the best plan to outwit some wary old 

I remember one instance very well, when 
the dog showed a persistent disregard of my 
wishes and finally prevailed on me to change 
my mind and follow her direction. I was on 
a "cart path" in very heavy cover, when my 
dog, some fifty yards ahead of me, stopped, 
half-pointed and indicated to me that there 
was a bird on that side of the road. As I 
came up, instead of working in, she went 
ahead about thirty yards and turned into the 
thicket. I waited to see what this meant J 
she was gone some little time, and I was 
about to break through the brush where she 
had first stooped, when I saw her come out 

of the cover where she had gone in. When 
she saw me she immediately turned back 
again, looked over her shoulder in a way that 
said, "Follow me," as plainly as if she had 
spoken. I did as she desired, and she led 
me in a half circle until she reached a point 
opposite where she had first indicated game, 
and I found myself in a small opening. She 
then went into the cover very cautiously, but 
quickly made a short circuit and pointed 
towards me. I gave her the call to come on, 
and as she obeyed she put up the bird in 
such a way that he came out into the open, 
and I killed him easily. If she had attempted 
to locate the bird from where she first got 
wind of it, and I had followed her, I could 
not possibly have got a shot, as the bird 
would have flushed wild, while I was break- 
ing through. This was one of many in- 
stances where the judgment of my dog was 
better than my own, and I found that at 
times when my dog showed a desire to do 
different from what I thought should be 
done, it was best to let him have his own 

Of course, it is not always possible for one 
to get the right material to develop, but it 
is certainly essential to start with one that 
has a natural tendency to hunt high-headed 
and has an obedient disposition. And it is 
a good rule to do all the breaking in the 
yard, and as nearly as possible let the dog 
do the rest. 




A bright little bubble 
Is sailing in a pool; 
a wee little minute it is there. 
A pretty little trout, 
Just swallowing a fly, 
Made this dainty little dome of air. 

The bright little bubble 

Has betrayed the little trout, 

For a bright little boy is by the brook; 
And now a little worm 
Is dropping in the pool, 

A squirming little worm on a hook. 

A dozen little circles 

Are dimpling the pool; 
They are chasing one another to the rim: 

'Tis the brook's "Good bye" 

To the pretty little trout, 
For the farmer's little boy has him. 




It is pretty hard to talk about making 
snow scenes just now, for at the time of 
writing these notes we, in the East here, 
have not as yet been favored. The air is as 
bright and crisp as you could want, but the 
winter landscape has yet to come. Just the 
same, the snow is bound to be here, and it 
is as well, to prepare to make a few good 
pictures of it to adorn your den when the 
grilling summer days come around. Mean- 
while your evenings will not be ill-spent, if 
you take up the matter of making lantern- 
slides from your negatives. You may not 
have a projecting lantern yourself, but you 
will probably find a friend who has, or sev- 
eral of you can club together and buy one. 
A projecting lantern, or stereopticon, is not 
expensive. You can get them from $20.00 
up complete with lighting apparatus and they 
give all kinds of pleasure as well as profit. 
Nothing draws the womenfolk, and the men- 
folk, too, as a lantern-slide exhibition, and 
you can easily make the lantern pay for it- 
self in the course of a winter. Don't buy 
your slides. You will amuse yourself and 
your neighbors very much more by taking 
pictures of local views and using these for 
your slides. A few pointers on slide-making 
may be useful to you. 

The developer recommended by the maker 
is usually the best for a lantern plate, but for 
simplicity, cleanliness, and economy there are 
none to beat hydroquinone. The following is 
the writer's pet formula for black tones, it 
will suit most, if not all plates : — 


Hydroquinone 80 gr. 

Citric acid 30 gr. 

Potassium bromide 40 gr. 

Sodium sulphite 1 oz. 

Water 10 oz. 


Sodium hydrate (caustic soda) . . 80 gr. 
Water 10 oz. 

Mix in a clean measure equal parts of these 
solutions (half an ounce of each is sufficient), 
then add to it half an ounce of water. 
To remove yellow stains from glides, take : — 

Alum y 2 oz. 

Sulphate of iron ^2 oz. 

Citric acid V 2 oz. 

Water 12 oz. 


and allow the side to soak in the solution for 
about twenty minutes. The solution will keep 
for a long time, and may be used for nega- 

A good eikonogen developer for lantern 
slides is the following:— 

Sulphite of soda 60 gr. 

Carbonate of soda (not bicarbo- 
nate) , 45 gr- 

Eikonogen 15 gr- 

Water 5 l / 2 oz. 

It is advisable to add about two drops of a 
ten per cent, solution of bromide of potas- 
sium to each ounce of developer. 

Some readers may perhaps want to make 
colored* diagrams on lantern slides for lec- 
ture purposes. Colored inks, suitable for 
writing on clean glass with a pen, can be 
made by adding 10 per cent, of dextrine to 
solutions of aniline; a good color for the 
purpose being eosin and iodine green. A 
good black color can be made from writing 
ink, made slightly alkaline with ammonia, 
and thickened with 10 per cent, of dextrine. 

If warm tones are required on a plate made 
for black tones, the following pyrogallic acid 
developer can be used : — 
No. 1. 

Pyrogallic acid ^2 oz. 

Sulphite of soda 2 oz. 

Citric acid 1 dr. 

Water 5 oz. 

No. 2. 

Ammonia (.880) , l / 2 oz. 

Water 4 l A oz. 

"No. 3. 
Bromide of ammonia Y> oz. 

Water 5 oz. 

No. 4. 

Carbonate of ammonia ^ oz. 

Water 5 oz. 

To obtain warm tones with this developer, 
the exposure must be considerably longer 
than when hydroquinone is used. A devel- 
oper composed of 30 drops each of Nos. 1 
and 2 and 60 drops each of Nos. 3 and 4 
should give a rich, warm brown, _ inclining 
to purple, with a plate that has received suffi- 
cient exposure. When very warm tones are 
desired, as little of No. 2 as possible should 
be used, No. 4 being increased. 

In printing lantern slides it is just as fatal 
a fault to have a ''bald-headed" (that is, 
cloudless) sky as it would be in a print. It 
is quite a fallacy to suppose — as used to be 

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taught — that the sky of a lantern slide should 
be absolutely transparent glass. Transparent 
glass does not adequately represent anything 
in nature — least of all, a stretch of sky. If 
any clouds exist in the negative, they should 
be carefully coaxed out in the slide, either 
by local development on the slide itself, or 
by reducing the sky of the negative, or by 
printing the sky more than the foreground, 
by holding a card over the latter during ex- 
posure. If none of these procedures are 
feasible, the sky of the slide should be 
"sunned down." That is, after exposure in 
the printing-frame, the slide should be re- 
moved therefrom, and before development its 
sky part should be again exposed for a few 
seconds. Meanwhile, the landscape part 
should of course be covered with a piece of 
card, which is moved up and down, in order 
to vignette the sky and to leave no sharp- 
edged marked at the edge of the sunning- 
down. With a little practice, this is as easy 
to do with a slide as with a piece of P.O. P.; 
and enormously improves the picture's ap- 
pearance on the screen. 

How do you make your gaslight prints? 
Do you guess the distance of the printing- 
frame from the light and do you use a dif- 
ferent light every time? Many amateurs do 
and consequently get all kinds of results. 
Don't "guess" the distance from the gas- 
burner when exposing your bromide prints. 
If your burner is on a shelf, mark off a 
measurement-scale along the edge of the 
shelf; and always put the printing-frame the 
same distance away from the source of light, 
once you have found out, by experiment, the 
right distance for a certain negative and a 
certain exposure. If the burner is not on a 
shelf, tie a piece of cord to it, and make knots 
in the cord to mark the distances in feet or 
half feet. When you are holding up the 
frame in front of the burner to make an ex- 
posure, hold one of the knots in the hand 
which grasps the frame, and pull the string 
taut. If you want to expose your negative 
two feet, from the burner, take hold of the 
two-foot knot, keep the string taut, and the 
frame will, of course, be two feet exactly 
from the source of light. Accuracy in this is 
of vital importance in successful bromide or 
gaslight printing. Once having ascertained 
the correct distance from the flame, and the 
correct exposure for that distance, all. chance 
of failure is eliminated if you stick to that 
distance exactly, and exactly that exposure. 
Guessing the distance from the burner is al- 
most a worse fault than guessing the ex- 
posure — inasmuch as guessing the distance 
means necessarily guessing the exposure as 
well, because nothing affects the exposure so 
Wtally as the distance from the source of 

The picture post-card seems to be pushing 
everything else out. But are all the cards 
we see turned out by amateurs worth the 
trouble? Not always, I am sorry to say. 

The average amateur, who would be ashamed 
to show a crookedly mounted print, seems 
to think that it is no sin to send his friends 
a carelessly gotten up postal card. "It is 
only a postal," he says, "and not worth both- 
ering about." But like in all things, if the 
card is worth making, it is worth making 
well. No card should be made without some 
kind of a border. If a larger negative than 
the card is being used, a mask should be cut 
for it. If the picture runs over the edge of 
the card, it gives it an unfinished appearance. 
Cut every mask to suit the picture and don't 
be pinned down to the masks you buy in pack- 
ages. It is a thousand to one against the 
masks you buy being suitable for your sub- 
jects. Never use a mask of an odd shape, 
such as a heart, or a leaf or with ornamental 
edges, and it is also safe to avoid using masks 
with rounded corners. They give a cheap 
appearance to the picture. Generally the mar- 
gin is left white, but there are occasions 
when a black border is effective. To pro- 
duce this, cut a piece of black paper just the 
size you want your picture to be, and after 
the picture is printed put the card in a frame 
with a piece of clear glass and the black paper 
between the glass and the card. Put the 
frame in a strong light, so that the edges un- 
covered by the black paper are completely 
fogged, and then tone as usual. This method 
is all right with printing out cards, such as 
the gold self-toning cards, but with platino- 
type or bromide cards gives too much of a 
mourning border appearance. A good way 
to flatten out your cards when dry is as fol- 
lows : Get a long pasteboard tube to which 
fasten one end of a sheet of muslin. When 
you take your cards out of the washing bath, 
place them on this sheet, face down, and then 
roll up so that cloth winds round the tube. 
Let the cards dry this way and when you 
take them out they will be straight instead of 
all curled up. 

Are you ever troubled with blisters or air 
bubbles in your gaslight or bromide prints? 
They sometimes occur, most annoyingly, and 
are usually the result of allowing the water 
from the tap to splash on the face of the 
prints while washing. But they also occur 
from using too strong a hypo solution. Also 
when your developing and fixing baths are 
at different temperatures. Some brands of 
paper blister more easily than others, but the 
blistering can be prevented by rubbing over 
the back of the paper before development 
with a pad saturated with alcohol. Very 
small blisters will usually dry up and not 
show, but big ones can hardly be remedied. 
They can be reduced a little by touching 
them with alcohol. 

It is occasionally desired to remove a print 
from its mount, or from the page of an al- 
bum, usually for the purpose of remounting 



it. If the preservation of the mount is of 
no consequence it is simple enough to soak 
mount and all face downwards in a basin of 
water until the mountant is thoroughly soft- 
ened, and then peel the print off. But if the 
prints are in an album, or if the mounts are 
to be preserved, this method is impracticable. 
The prints can be laid face upwards, and 
wetted with a brush charged with water, but 
if they are gelatine prints, and especially if 
they have been alnmed, it is most difficult 
to get them properly saturated in this way, 
as the water will not spread evenly_ over 
them. The soaking, however, can easily be 
done in the following way, which I do not 
remember to have seen described before. Cut 
pieces of pure white blotting paper to size, 
and have at hand a dish of water and a soft 
brush. Lay a piece of dry blotting paper ex- 
actly over the print, and while holding it in 
position with one hand, dab water on with 
the brush, beginning from the middle. As 
soon as it is wet it will, of course, lie flat on 
the print, and when thoroughly soaked it can 
be left while the next print is being treated 
in the same way. Leave it to soak for a 
quaiter to half an hour (applying more water 
from time to time if it shows signs of dry- 
ing), and then lift the blotting paper care- 
fully and see if the gelatine is evenly swollen. 
If it is not, do not attempt to strip it, or 
the unswollen patches will probably stick; 
replace the blotting paper and dab more 
water on these" patches. When the print is 
thoroughly soaked, and not before, lift one 
corner with the finger-nail and peel it off 
cautiously. The prints can be laid qut to 
dry or remounted at once, and if these direc- 
tions are followed neither the print nor the 
page of the album will be defaced in any 
way. A further advantage^ of using the blot- 
ting paper is that no water need get over the 
edges on to the rest of the page. In my own 
case my purpose was to remove some faded 
prints from an album to be replaced 6y per- 
manent ones, and it was important to avoid 
defacing the album, which contained a large 
number of other sound prints. The mountant 
to be softened was Higgins's, and the method 
would probably work equally well with prints 
mounted with starch or other commercial 
paste mountants. I cannot Lay whether it 
would work with a gelatine mountant. 


Some very excellent information on the 
photographing of birds was given by the Rev. 
H. N. Bonar in a lecture he recently deliv- 
ered before an English camera club. As he 
says, one may have the costliest camera, the 
best of lenses and may be among numbers 
of rare birds, in perfect light, and yet never 
be able to get a single photograph, all 
through ignorance of field craft, one branch 

of which relates to the habits of birds, whi 
the oilier branch consists chiefly of knowing 
how to keep yourself out of sight. Many 
very timid birds arc by no means camera- 
shy if proper precautions are taken; while 
on the other hand many common birds can 
hardly be induced to come near any suspi- 
cious object. 

Two forces tame the wildest of birds and 
make them frequent a given spot at a given 
time — hunger and love — hence the two ii 
sons for bird photography are winter and 
spring. There one needs a knowledge of 
birds' food and their feeding habits, as well 
as an acquaintance with their nests and prob- 
able nesting places. 

If you go to a spot where you believe nests 
are, you should know beforehand whether 
the nest will be found on the ground or in a 
tree, what the bird's note is like, what num- 
ber of eggs it -lays, and how many days these 
take to hatch out. Also you should know 
whether the bird is bold or shy at its nest, 
whether it is of deliberate or restless habits, 
and whether it is of a species which easily 
forsakes its nest. When you have found the 
nest, handle the eggs as little as possible, and 
be sure you do it with clean hands, for I 
have known a bird not very shy desert its 
eggs because they were handled by a man 
who had just peeled an orange. 

On a snowy day many birds may be pho- 
tographecl by putting up a tempting perch, 
focusing on that, covering the camera with 
a white cloth, and laying food on the ground. 
Corn, -bread, raisins, holly-berries and hard- 
boiled tgg will attract many different species 
of birds, even in a town garden, if there are 
bushes near. 

Walk quietly through the woods, don't 
tread on dry twigs if you can help it, and 
never show on the sky line of a field or 
moor or emerge from a wood without first 
carefully looking in front of you. Do not 
put up your camera at a nest, always go a 
little distance away, and get everything ready 
before you focus on the exact spot. 

In the list of apparatus, a field glass should 
be put first, as this helps to identify birds 
and find their nests without frightening them. 
A small folding-up camera 4x5 in size, to 
which a telephoto lens can be fitted, is recom- 
mended. It is best used as a stand camera, 
but can be held in the hands when using the 
top speeds of the shutter. Such a camera 
can be carried easily to the top of a tree or 
lowered down a cliff, while extra plate-hold- 
ers can be carried in the pocket. As for 
plates, the very fastest that can be bought 
should be used. As to lens, the best is the 
cheapest, though a lens that will not do the 
work for which it was built is dear at any 
price. Except for special work, the focal 
place shutter is hardly to be recommended. 

(To be continued) 

Pottawattamie county sportsmen are tak- 
ing the lead in a movement to secure legis- 
lation for better protection to game birds in 
Iowa. Letters have been sent out by the 
Bluff City Gun Club of Council Bluffs to 
similar organizations in other cities asking 
cooperation in an effort to secure legislation 
toward that end at the coming general as- 
sembly. The propositions are to change 
the open season on several classes of game, 
reduce the number of fowl that one person 
may have in his possession, and require all 
hunters to take out licenses. 

is thought the hunters who owned the car- 
casses can recover from the railroad com- 

The Chautauqua Fish and Game Protec- 
tive Association is doing active work for 
the passage of a law to protect rabbits in 
Chautauqua county. Another is to have the 
Fredonia waterworks reservoir in Arkwright 
Hills and adjacent streams stocked with 
trout. The village trustees will grant the 
necessary permission and the fish will be ob- 
tained. The association is also trying to 
obtain the appointment of a deputy game 
warden for each township and will ask the 
legislature to amend the laws regarding 
seine fishing in Lake Erie. 

Louis Russ, proprietor of the Common- 
wealth cafe in Harrisburg, Pa., pleaded 
guilty in the Dauphin courts recently to pur- 
chasing eleven grouse, and was fined $275. 

The board of education of Quincy, 111., a 
few days ago received from Colonel S. P. 
Bartlett, fish commissioner, one hundred and 
fifty copies of the Illinois game laws, which 
are to be used bv the teacheio in the public 
schools of the city in connection with the 
teachings in nature study. The children are 
taught to protect the birds rather than to de- 
stroy them and their nests. 

The game warden's department of Michi- 
gan seized thirty deer carcasses, most of 
them taken at Cadillac, which were being 
carried by the G. R. & I. road five days after 
the close of the deer season. The carcasses 
were shipped early enough to get them 
through to their destination on time if they 
had been handled without delav but they 
were hung up, thus the seizure. State Game 
Warden Chapman intends to prosecute. It 

One hundred residents of Oshkosh have 
petitioned that the law prohibiting the sale 
of game be repealed. It is the intention to 
have State Senator E. E. Stevens of that 
city present the petition before the legisla- 
ture. It reads as follows : 

"We, the undersigned, residents of Win- 
nebago county, respectfully request that the 
section of chapter 449 of the laws of Wis- 
consin for 1903, prohibiting the sale of game, 
be repealed." Following this is the long list 
of signers, among them Mayor John Ban- 

The law dealing with the sale of game 
provides a fine or imprisonment or both 
for "Whoever shall sell, or offer for sale, 
have in his possession for the purpose o£ 
sale, or shall barter, trade or exchange for 
other property, or whoever shall purchase, 
or receive in exchange for other property, 
or having in his possession after purchase or 
receiving in exchange for other property 
within the limits of this state, the meat or 
flesh of any doe, buck or fawn (commonly 
known as venison), or any wild duck of any 
variety, wild goose, brant or any other 
aquatic bird, or any woodcock, partridge, 
pheasant, prairie chicken or prairie hen, 
grouse or any variety, plover, snipe, Mon- 
golian, Chinese or English pheasant, or quail 
of any variety." 

Those working in the interests of the pe- 
tition claim that persons who are unable or 
do not desire to hunt wild game should not 
be deprived of securing it. They point out 
that under the present restriction many 
families never have an opportunity to eat 
wild game and the hotels and restaurants 
cannot offer it in their bill of fare. 

Consul Harvey, stationed at Fort Erie, 
Ont., furnishes the following report in ref- 
lation to fishing on Lake Erie. It is evident 
that the Erie American consul is satisfied 
that unless something is done it # will be 
only a short time before the lake will be de- 
populated of fish. He savs : 

"The Canadian government issues fish li- 
censes to parties all along the north shore 
of Lake Erie. I recently visited a Fort Erie 
man who has a lease of six miles of the 
shore between Port Colborne and Dunnville, 




for which he pays $600. He has six nets 
extending from the shore 1^2 miles out into 
the lake. The nets are deep enough to al- 
low the lead line to rest on the bottom and 
the cork line on the surface of the water, 
the outer end being forty-five feet in depth. 
Each net has two or more cribs. The fish 
follow along the net until they come to the 
crib, which is about 30 feet square, the bot- 
tom and side composed of small meshed 
netting that holds a fish of one-fourth pound 

"When the nets are lifted they contain 
from 500 to 2,000 pounds of fish, which are 
dipped out with a scoop net, except the stur- 
geon, which are lifted with a gaff hook. 
The law requires the black bass to be re- 
turned to the water, but as there is seldom 
any inspector present the law is not en- 
forced. The 100 or more black bass I saw 
taken would not average more than a pound 
in weight, while a few years ago the average 
run was three pounds. 

"If the two governments would join and 
prohibit net fishing in Lake Erie for four 
years fish would become plentiful and of 
good size. Net fishing is not allowed in 
Niagara River, but the net fishing on both 
sides of the lake prevents fish from getting 
down the river, and Buffalo anglers have to 
go to Canadian lakes for their sport. The 
fish caught in the lake are sorted, packed in 
100-pound boxes, and expressed to Buffalo 
or New York, where they are sold to the 
consumer for 10 cents per pound." 

An interesting case to hunters was tried 
recently at Merrill, Wis. A hunter killed a 
deer out of season and two of his neighbors 
witnessed the killing. As the animal was 
too heavy to carry home the hunter left it 
in the woods until he could get his horse and 
buggy, and before his return the two neigh- 
bors swiped the venison. The hunter went 
and demanded the deer, but was refused. 
He was arrested for killing deer out of sea- 
son and paid a fine. In return he had the 
two neighbors arrested for having a deer in 
their possession out of season and for this 
offense the judge imposed a fine of $54.80 on 
the two men. 

Page B. Otero, fish and game warden of 
the territory of New Mexico, is in receipt 
of a letter from Captain John F. Fullerton, 
of the mounted police, stating that the In- 
dians, who have been giving a great deal of 
trouble of late by ignoring the game laws 
and killing deer out of season, have been 
ordered hack to their respective reservations, 
and that nearly all of them have complied 
with the order. 

En addition to the orders of the mounted 
police it is stated that runners from the 

different Pueblos were soul oul to warn the 
Indians that they had best return, as the 
officers of the law were after them. About 
150 Pueblos, Apaches and Navahoes who had 
been hunting in western New Mexico are re- 
ported to have returned to their reservation,, 
but not before they had secured a number of 
does and bucks. 

Private Myers, of the mounted police, who 
has been in Santa Fe the past few days on 
business connected with his duties, stated to 
Warden Otero that almost all of the Indians 
had returned to their reservations and pueb- 
los. Speaking further of the matter, Private 
Myers said : 

"These redskins have absolutely no regard 
for the game laws. They seem to think that 
as long as there are deer to shoot they have 
the privilege of killing them, no matter 
whether it is in season or not. We have 
succeeded in arresting a number, and hope, 
by confiscating their arms and ammunition, 
and fining them, or confining them in jail for 
a while, to teach them a lesson." 

Mr. Otero states that as yet he has had 
no advices from the commissioner of Indian 
affairs at Washington as to what the au- 
thorities intend to do in the matter in refer- 
ence to the letters he has sent the commis- 
sioner on the question of the government's 
charges disobeying the law, but states that 
he does not propose to wait much longer 
upon the government to take matters in 
hand, and that in the event of the Indians 
repeating the offence, measures will be taken 
by the mounted police and the deputy game 
wardens to stop them. 

The fishermen Sailing boats out into the 
ocean are again trying to exterminate the 
seals that inhabit the rocks off the Cliff 
House. Every day for the past week from 
these fishing boats shots are heard on the 
shore, and the bodies of several seals, 
killed by rifle bullets have been found 
washed in upon the sands. It is stated 
that nearly every fisherman who goes out 
to sea now carries a rifle, and as the boats 
skirt the rocks they fire from six to a 
dozen shots at the animals as they bask 
in the sun on the rookeries. 

Some years ago the fishermen com- 
plained that the seals were eating all the 
fish in the waters, and that it was neces- 
sary to kill them off to preserve the fish 
for human consumption. At that time the 
scientists who had made a study of the 
seal and his habits declared that the num- 
ber of those on the rocks near the ocean 
beach could not appreciably diminish the 
supply of deep-water fish. Stringent meas- 
ures were taken to protect the seals from 
the rifles of the fishermen and not until 
recently have attempts been made to once 
more kill them off. 



Thief, robber, pirate, or whatever else you 
may choose to call him, the crow continues 
to prosper, in spite of his extreme unpopu- 
larity. Like the English sparrow, he is here 
to stay. He may devote much of his time 
in picking up bugs and worms, but I am in- 
clined to think that he spends far more time 
in robbing the farmer's cornfields and hen's 
nests. I have heard farmers say that they 
have seen crows carry off one chick after 
another. I have never seen them do that, 
but I have seen them carry off many an egg. 
What fearful havoc they must work in the 
game fields ! To steal seems to be the one 
object of their lives, for they will carry away 
almost any small object that they can get. 
Charles Hallock tells of a tame crow that 
was wont to carry off screws, bolts, buttons 
and other delicacies of that sort. His cache, 
when discovered, contained about a bushel 
of miscellaneous bric-a-brac that "any flot- 
sam-fed goat would have burst with envy to 

Some writers claim that all crows migrate 
in winter, and that the crows we see in the 
winter time come from the far north, while 
others say that the crow migrates only when 
he feels so disposed. For my part, I prefer 
the latter theory. At any rate, the dusky 
robber is driven to desperate straits during 
the pinching days, when nearly all other 
birds have migrated and the fields are bare. 

An epidemic occasionally carries off a few 
of the marauders . in winter, but as a rule 
they attain a great age. One Christmas a 
number of years ago my brother and I 
started out for a walk. There was a deep 
snow and the woods seemed deserted. 
Finally, we came upon a flock of crows. 
They were sitting in some willow trees and 
did not fly as we approached. Thinking this 
strange, we began to throw clubs at them, 
and not until several were knocked down 
did the rest take wing. They flew slowly 
and with apparent difficulty. The crows we 
killed were very poor and seemed to have 
something the matter with their throats. 

One day, while working in the field, I no- 
ticed great flocks of crows assembling in a 
nearby woods, and so I concluded I would 
go crow hunting. But hunting crows and 
killing them are two different things. I 
found plenty of crows, but only killed one. 
They would assemble in a ravine, offering 

every chance of approach under cover, but 
just as I was about where I wanted to get, 
some sentinel I had not seen would give the 
alarm. But the wariness of the bird makes 
it sport to hunt him, and I frequently take 
my .22 Winchester and go in quest of the 
dusky pirate. 

Last spring I secured a crow's nest and 
took especial notice of its construction. The 
outer layers were composed of twigs loosely 
woven together. Next came a layer of 
strings, parchment, paper and the leaves of 
a Sunday school book. The inside of the 
nest was lined with hair. Although ap- 
parently religious, this crow must have for- 
gotten the commandment, "Thou shalt not 


Editor Recreation : 

We are in receipt of two copies from 
your bureau of information for which 
beg to thank you. Considering you have 
been so kind as to put this information before 
us we trust you will gladly make a correc- 
tion. The motor cycle termed "German" is 
in reality known as the "F. N.," manufac- 
tured in Liege, Belgium, but the patents are 
German. The Harry Fosdick Compan) r , 
comprised of Mr. J. A. Dowling and Mr. 
Harry Fosdick, are the importers, and have 
the American agency. I take it for granted 
that you must have something in one of your 
numbers on this motor cycle, hence these in- 
quiries. Our address as above will reach us, 
although the address for myself, care of 
Bay State Club, will reach me. 

We thank you again for giving this matter 
such a kindly reception, and I trust you will 
appreciate our interest in trying to give you 
correct information. 

We will be glad to correspond with you 
if you desire any further information on the 
subject referred to in this letter. 

Harry Fosdick Company, 
Per Harry Fosdick, 



Regarding Martin Hunter's letter in your 
December issue, claiming that he has never 
seen it necessary to throw sticks at a part- 
ridge while it was drumming in order to 
scare it away, will say that while I was up 
at dawn one morning, fishing on a lake, my 




pard and I saw a partridge drumming and 
found it necessary to throw sticks at it in or- 
der to chase it away. I would not dare to 
relate this had I not a witness. 

Can not too highly praise your magazine, 
and hope to always see it before the public. 
Peter F. Wagner, New York Mills. 


"The Chicago Archers" held their annual 
meeting December 8th and elected the fol- 
lowing officers : 

President, Dr. Wm. Carver Williams; 
vice-president, F. E. Canfield ; secretary- 
treasurer, A. E. Spink. Executive commit- 
tee, Ben Keys and H. W. Bishop, with the 
■above officers, Field captain, Dr. Edward B. 

During the coming season there will be a 
handicap shoot each week. Also a weekly 
contest for club championships, which will 
be awarded to those making the highest av- 
erage scores during the season, provided ten 
scores have been handed in. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have just read your editorial concern- 
ing "dogs on the train." During the years 
when I dwelt in the East I had much diffi- 
culty regarding the transportation of dogs 
for hunting purposes from one point to an- 
other. But since I removed to California I 
have discovered one railroad company that 
is actuated by common-sense principles re- 
garding the traveling sportsman and his 
canine assistants. This road is the Califor- 
nia Northwestern Railroad. The manage- 
ment permits the free transportation of all 
dogs in its smoking cars when accompanied 
by their owners. I have known of many 
instances where this privilege was taken 
advantage of, and I have availed myself of 
it occasionally, and I have never yet known 
of any loss to the company by its kindliness 
to the traveler and his dogs. 

The California Northwestern Railroad 
Company's line runs through Marin, Sonoma 
and Mendocino counties, California. Along 
its line, and in the country tributary to it, 
may be found good shooting and hunting — 
duck, quail, deer and other game being 
abundant in their seasons. 

Some of our Eastern sportsmen who visit 
the West should pay a visit to Mendocino 
County. They would find a hospitable peo- 
ple and plenty of game. The summer is 
long and dry, but they will not suffer from 
want of water, and, while the winter may be 
very damp — the rainfall being very heavy 
during that season — they will not be able 
to freeze to death, no matter how hard they 
may try. These counties lie north of San 
Francisco, and are not in the route usually 
traveled by the visitor from the Eastern 
States. Ignatius Sutherland, Sonoma, Cal. 


Editor Recreation : 

Game, both large and small, seems to be 
fairly abundant in the Puget Sound coun- 
try this fall. But it is more due to the 
cover and protection afforded by nature 
than to the game laws and the warden 
Duck hunting is undergoing a change, and 
the days of the free lance are over, as the 
best duck grounds are being taken up by 
clubs who sow the ponds or sloughs with 
grain. The birds have been slower in com- 
ing south than they are usually, due to the 
warm weather we have been enjoying, and 
duck hunters are anxiously awaiting the 
first winter storm. Deer, as always, are 
abundant in the foothills of the Cascade 
and Olympic Mountains and deer hunting 
is becoming more popular, although the 
thick brush makes hunting without hounds 
rather uncertain. 

The mongolian pheasant seems to have 
•taken root at last, and in certain parts of 
the State many coveys can 'be seen in a 
day's tramp. As it is, many are killed un- 
lawfully, as the law allows hunters to kill 
the cock birds while the hens are protected. 
Of course it's unnecessary to state that a 
law of this kind is useless and childish. 
If it were ever possible to invariably dis- 
tinguish the male from the female birds 
many hens would warm the hunting bag. 
But under certain conditions it is impossible 
for the hunter to determine the difference. 

I saw an article in a State newspaper 
saying that the Dolly Varden trout were 
"not protected by law as they destroyed 
salmon eggs" ! Ye Gods ! What were the 
imen who made this law? Certainly not 
those who had the welfare of our trout at 
heart, for all of our trout eat salmon eggs, 
and there are many, many beautiful streams 
where the Dolly Varden abounds that are 
never visited by salmon. If they want to 
protect salmon they might go to the can- 
neries and the riddle of "Where do the 
salmon go?" would be solved. 

Belmore H. Browne, Tacoina, Wash. 


Editor Recreation: 

I have been a reader of Recreation for 
some time and have never noticed an arti- 
cle on the chances for game in the vicinity 
of Chicago. 

Although it is situated right on Lake 
Michigan, business men and others, cramped 
up in a little office all week, can take their 
guns and have a little practice on duck or 
jack-snipe without even going out of the 
city limits. 

There are a good many old piers along 
the lake that offer a good blind for a patient 
duck hunter that is willing to brave the 
wind and rain; also little swamps all around 
the city, where any one can try their luck on 



the fast flying snipe. The ducks come in on 
the lake about the middle of November, and 
stay till after the ist of January. The old 
squaw and fish ducks stay all winter. 

Three of us have a boat and a lot of de- 
coys that we keep at the lake and have had 
good success shooting blue-bill from an old 
pier covered with slag from the steel mill 
at South Chicago. 

One day last week I killed six ducks in a 
few hours. 

I have a light Remington hammerless 
C grade 16 gauge and it is real sport to stop 
a blue-bill with it going at the rate of 60 
miles an hour. 

Our ex-Mayor, Carter H. Harrison, was an 
ardent sportsman and had an ordinance 
passed last year allowing hunters to shoot 
game in the city with a shotgun if 500 feet 
from a residence. This is a privilege that 
all of us appreciate and sincerely hope none 
will spoil. 

William T. Skinner. 


Editor Recreation: 

Dear Sir. — I am a subscriber to your 
magazine in my son's name, Arthur Lyle, 
and read it with a great deal of interest, be- 
ing quite an ardent amateur hunter myself. 
Having hunted deer in Northern Maine for 
several years I thought I would try moose 
hunting in New Brunswick this fall. I, 
with two companions, spent about three 
weeks there in September and October. I 
was very successful, killing a moose that 
came very near being a record breaker, I 
was told by a taxidermist of St. John, it 
having a 60-inch spread, 15-inch pans and 
26 points. I also killed a cariboo with 4- 
foot horns and 21 points, which I was told 
up there was a very rare specimen. 

James Lyle, Washington, Pa. 


The air has a tinge of frost in it; clouds 
point to a flurry of snow in the near future, 
and as the sun bursts through occasionally 
with its warm rays, the glory of the wonder- 
ful Northwest Canada fall is in full swing. 
Brown prairie to the north, the west, the 
east and the south, stretches itself to the 
horizon, and even beyond. Rolling, wind- 
swept, dry as tinder, sandy here or there, a 
few rancher's shacks off towards the low ly- 
ing hills of the south Souris, a bit of bush 
to the southwest, if you look carefully and 
know it's there — that is all there is to it. 

The marshes are to the southwest, too, and 
a bronco-buster from Wyoming, who has re- 
cently come through the hay-sloughs and big 
flats to the south, says there are "geese 
a-plenty for 'em 'at wants 'em." 

The barracks duty of a son of the saddle is 
mighty tedious — they mend outfits, clean 

guns, get ready for winter and play like a 
litter of big pups. "Nothing to it but the 
same old thing," said Crary, as he was lay- 
ing his troubles before me. He spoke to the 
inspector, on my suggestion, and obtained a 
few days' leave for shooting. We had our 
guns out and cleaned anew, inspected am- 
munition, filled our saddle-bags with some 
grub and sat up that night 'till eleven, hunt- 
ing geese — around' the stove. 

A bit colder it was at four, next morning, 
and dark, too. The wind was low and 
clouds still flying. Our horses were soon 
ready, and we were off, the wind to our 
backs. A Savage was in my off saddle-scab- 
bard and my repeater, with forty-inch barrel 
running through the opposite scabbard, 
looked like a sword in a too small sheath. 
We rode for Jackman's ranch, some few 
miles from the best shooting and yet close 
to the shallowest and best of the small 
marshes surrounding. Thirty-one miles of 
hard saddle in nearly five hours got us ready 
for proper meeting of the ranch cook. I 
wanted to try a few shots at the flying geese 
as we rode down into the hay and marsh 
lands, but Crary urged me to hold up. Jack- 
man's welcome was, as ever, cordial, and we 
gave him the latest Montreal and Winnipeg 
papers. The cook brought on something hot 
and filling which we cared for, honestly. 
That Chinaman was one who knew how to 
feed men ! He'd been in the section for 
eight years and learned a man's appetite per- 

"How's the geese, Jackman?" asked Crary. 

"Good, down by the big marshes, and tol- 
erable fair at the point." 

"That's what we came for," said Crary, in 

A minute or two later we had passed the 
stable shacks and Jackman was with us. A 
few geese were in the air, but we expected 
more when we got out in the scow. I 
walked to the big blind at the further end of 
this small marsh, something like two thou- 
sand yards on, while Jackman and Crary 
set out in the scow, poling around through 
the rushes and grass from one spot to an- 
other. Shooting commenced with them be- 
fore I reached the blind. This was so hid- 
den I could hardly find it. Soon my gun 
began to boom, and a few dropped here and 
there, though many shots never made a kill. 
I changed from fours to twos, and results 
were better. They were hard enough to 
kill, however hard hit, and no matter what 
size shot was used. 

At first they flew easily, but after circling 
a few times and being put into the air again 
and again' they became wilder, and swifter 
of flight. Then the canvasbacks began shoot- 
ing by like rockets, and after I had carefully 
judged their speed a few dropped before my 
"Long Tom," as Crary called it. I could 
hear Jackman and Crary shooting as if it 



were the Fourth and all of us in the States. 
Now, the geese kept flying thicker, but I 
shot more carefully, not making any but 
those I knew would be in range. There 
were about a half dozen geese in the shallow 
marsh-end where I was, and a half dozen 
canvasbacks, so I quit shooting. Occasionally 
I could hear the long pole Jackman was using 
whack on the side of the scow as they pushed 
forward. The geese were well disturbed by 
the time they reached my end of the marsh, 
and many of them headed south and east. 
The kill was thirteen, and more than a dozen 
canvasbacks. We hauled the scow high up 
and were starting for the ranch shack in a 
few moments. 

Sing Wong knew as much about baking a 
goose as any chef I ever knew of. He had 
five served up for supper, and all hands to 
the number of ten laid to and did them every 
justice imaginable. More were used for din- 
ner next day, and we three who set off south 
with the buckboard next morning were well 
supplied with goose for lunch. 

The cayuses Jackman was driving were 
full of fire or the devil, I know not which, 
but they could reel off the miles swiftly. 
Three hours nearly froze up our systems, 
plumbing, if you like, but we thawed out at 
Bill Partridge's. Bill lived a mile, about, 
from the near end of the big marsh. He had 
cared for every team, horseman, cayuse or 
steer that came his way, so he boasted. And 
he put up the team we drove, demanding 
that we make his shack home till we started 
back. He talked as though there was a hun- 
dred ranch shacks in the flats, when, the 
fact was, that his own was the only one for 
twenty miles. 

We warmed up and set out for the marsh. 
Bill said they were "sticking to the weeds." 
The sun shone clear and bright, and a good 
wind was in the north. We could see noth- 
ing flying. Bill's boat, or tub, as he named 
it, held two easily. He took Crary, placing 
him in the bow, then grasped his paddle and 
pushed off. A sort of cannonading began 
when they were well out, and geese began 
swinging and circling before I had reached 
the point I had chosen as a blind amongst 
the deep weeds and tall grass. Jackman 
followed the marsh's edge towards the left. 
He began shooting before I did. In a mo- 
ment we were all at it. Geese by the thou- 
sands, coming and going, honking and splash- 
ing. Such shooting was never equaled, and 
in an hour we were through. Bill began 
picking up, for he had concluded that 
enough was a-plenty. He pushed up gradu- 
ally to where Jackman's skill, had dropped, 
then to mine. Crary easily brought them 
into the boat. 

Twelve geese in a couple of hours from 
going and returning to camp is what I call a 
good kill. Bill would not take more than 
six, so we drew the balance before they froze. 
After lunch in the ranch shack the team was 

hatched and we headed for Jackman's, 
straight over the trailless prairie W<- hung 
out on the stables twenty-five of all our best, 
and they were well frozen and kept perfectly. 
The ranch hands hung another goodly string 
out for themselves-. After supper pipes were 
lit and stories gone over again. We started 
early next morning for the barracks, Jack- 
man sending a buckboard along to carry the 
geese. There were forty strong men made 
happy when we arrived at that barracks. 
"Something better'n bull beef," they all 
agreed. And it did not take the men long 
to have them well dressed, turning to and 
helping the cooks and kitchen workers. From 
beef to juicy, young goose was a far stretch 
of real facts, but not an M. P. among them 
that could not make it. 

The antelope makes great sport in his sea- 
son in Canada the chickens entice many there 
also, but to Crary and I nothing calls like 
the Canada goose. We've gone after them in 
blinding snow, fighting the wind for our 
breath; we have paddled over marsh after 
marsh and never a goose, but when the sea- 
son is on again they lure us as easily as be- 
fore. Canada, without her goose, would not 
often be mentioned in sporting circles nor 



On the southern shore of Massachusetts, 
at the very tip of the peninsula which sepa- 
rates Buzzard's Bay from the ocean, is the 
quaint old town of Woods Hole. Once in- 
significant, it has become well known as an 
important station of the United States Bu- 
reau of Fisheries, and is famous among sci- 
entists for its biological laboratories, both 
government and private. It is # seventy-two 
miles by rail from Boston, and is the termi- 
nus of the Old Colony Railroad, whose tracks 
stop almost at the water's edge, at a dock 
where touch steamers from New Bedford, 
which carry the traveler on to Vineyard Ha- 
ven, Cottage City and Nantucket. 

As one steams into Great Harbor the first 
thing ashore that catches the eye is the group 
of large buildings and docks to the north- 
west of the landing; this is the Fisheries 
station, A little farther inshore is the Ma- 
rine Biological Laboratory, where biologists 
from the colleges of the East came # on sum- 
mer vacation for class work and original re- 

Moored to the Fisheries wharf, if it be 
summer time, one may perhaps see a white 
vessel, blunt of bow and with square ports, 
the U. S. S. "Fish Hawk," the steamer which 
dredges up strange fishes and queer "slimy 
things with legs" from the bottom of the 
sea. In 1871 the Fish Commission was or- 
ganized for the study of "the reasons for the 
decrease of food fishes," and the little town 
of Woods Hole, Massachusetts, was selected 



as a station. Since then the work has ex- 
panded greatly; stations have been estab- 
lished at Washington, Beaufort, N. C, Port- 
land, Me., and at many other places along 
the Atlantic bays and sounds, and at inland 
points. In 1880 the Fish Hawk was built 
especially for the work, and two years later 
the Albatross, the latter a fine vessel of one 
thousand tons, which later was sent to the 
Pacific, and has done remarkabl work in the 
western ocean, where it has dredged in four 
thousand and taken soundings in five thou- 
sand five hundred fathoms. The Fish Hawk 
is of some five hundred tons displacement, 
and at first glance there is nothing to distin- 
guish her especially from the many other 
vessels constantly passing along that great 
highway of commerce, Vineyard Sound, but 
once aboard the practiced eye will note the 
heavy boom attached to the foremast, with 
pulleys at the ends, and the donkey-engine 
just in front of the wheelhouse. When 
dredging, the boom is swune - out on the star- 
board side, and a three-eighths inch steel ca- 
ble runs through the pulleys, and so over the 
side and out of sight to the main deck below. 
For the rest, there is little to le seen differ- 
ing from an ordinary steamer, for the dredg- 
ing gear is stowed away below decks. Al- 
though this boat is in the service of the Bu- 
reau of Fisheries, she is manned from ihe 
navy, and her four or five officers and the 
forty-five men who compose her crew are 
under orders from the Secretary of the Navy 
and not from the Secretary of the Depart- 
ment of Commerce and Labor. 

After having rambled over the Bureau's 
laboratories and hatcheries, looking at the 
curious collections in aquariums and alcohol 
jars, it may be interesting to go out with 
the ship for a day's dredging and see how 
these strange creatures are taken. 

Summer ; blue sky above, dotted with white 
clouds; blue water beneath, with white- 
capped waves ; and a cool fresh breeze from 
the southeast. About a mile and a half to 
the north are the islands of the Elizabeth 
group, with their musical Indian names, Nau- 
shon, Pasque, Nashawena, Penikese, green 
with the grass of pasture or the foliage of 
woodland. To the south, five miles away, 
is the island of Martha's Vineyard, with an 
irregular coast-line, which shows yellow- 
white above the line of the sea, terminating 
at the west end in a bold, brilliantly colored 
cliff, Gay Head. The Fish Hawk is now 
steaming down Vineyard Sound in that di- 
rection, going out to her morning's work. 

On the bridge, high above the upper or 
spar deck, are six men, three in uniform and 
three in civilian dress. Of the former, one is 
the captain, another the first officer and the 
third wears upon the sleeve of his sailor's 
blouse the keys of the yeoman or ship's 
clerk. Raised on a couple of low trestles, on 
a hatch in the middle of the bridge, is a 
large drawing board bearing a chart of Vine- 

yard Sound, and bending over it, busy with 
dividers and triangles, is the draughtsman. 
The other two civilians are the observers and 
are college boys, attached to the ship for va- 
cation only. The sextants which they use 
are in readiness on the hatch. 

The captain, who has been standing at the 
starboard end of the bridge, turns, and, walk- 
ing to the side of the draughtsman, looks at 
the chart, placing his finger at a point where 
a small pencil circle is drawn. ''We must be 
getting nearly there," he remarks ; then he 
turns to the two young fellows and says, 
"Stand by to angle." At the word they 
spring up, each taking a sextant; they look 
at the near-by shore for a moment, and one 
says in a low tone, "Naushon Southwest, to 
Pasque, to Nashawena." These are the 
names of "triangulation points" on the shore, 
whose positions are accurately known, over 
each of which a tall white tripod has been 
erected, showing at this distance as a dot 
against the trees or sky. The two raise the 
instruments to their eyes. A moment's pause. 
"Are you ready?" "Ready!" "Stand by — 
mark!" and the two sextants are lowered 
simultaneously. Together the observers step 
over to the draughtsman, and the recorder 
prepares to write. The observer who an- 
nounced the objects and gave the signal to 
mark looks at the vernier of his instrument 
and reads, "Naushon Southwest to Pasque, 
57 degrees and 23 minutes." The draughts- 
man bends over a three-arm protractor, and 
as he sets the right arm on the graduated 
circle to the reading just given, he repeats, to 
make sure, "Naushon Southwest to Pasque, 
57 degrees and 23 minutes." "Check," says 
the observer, and then steps back, his im- 
mediate part done, while the recorder notes 
down the data. "Left," says the draughts- 
man, and the other observer, stepping up, 
says, "Pasque to Nashawena, 40 — 38." This, 
too, is checked and recorded and both angles 
set on the scale. The draughtsman then be- 
gins to slide the protractor about over the 
chart in an apparently aimless manner, but 
on looking closer we may see at various 
points on the sheet tiny red triangles each 
with a dot in the centre and marked with 
some name. Among others we may read, 
"Naushon Southwest," "Pasque," and "Nash- 
awena," on three islands v rv nearly in line, 
and it is now evident that the draughtsman 
is trying to make each arm of the protractor 
coincide with one of these points, because for 
every pair of angles there is one and only 
one position from which they could be taken. 
Now this is found; each arm lies just 
through the center of a red triangle, and the 
draughtsman, pressing a pencil through a 
hole in the instrument which marks the com- 
mon vortex of the angles, twirls it, and then, 
pushing the protractor asid , draws a circle 
about the point just made, which represents 
on the chart the exact location of the ship 
when the observers "marked." "Plotted," he 



says, and the captain steps to his side and 
makes a satisfied remark, for the rough circle 
which was the destination of the ship is so 
close to her actual position that the two cir- 
cles overlap. 

The captain walks to the front of the 
bridge, where an opening in the roof of the 
wheelhouse looks down upon the quartermas- 
ter. "Slow the main!" "Slow the main, 
sir," comes the answer. A bell clangs some- 
where down in the bowels of the ship and 
the vessel slows down. "Stand by on the 
main deck." "All ready, sir," answers the 
boatswain from below. "Put the net over. 
Heave up. 'Vast heaving." The donkey- 
engine throbs for a moment, and the net at 
the end of the steel cable swings up and 
hangs with its upper ring close to the end of 
the boom. "Stand by to lower." The cap- 
tain blows a whistle that hangs from his 
wrist, and to the whirring of the engine the 
net sinks until it is just below the surface. 
Again the whistle sounds and the whirring 
ceases. "Stop the port engine." "Stop port 
engine, sir," is repeated from the wheel- 
house, and again the bell clangs in the en- 
gine room. "Keep her southwest by south." 
"Sou'-west by sou' sir," from the wheel- 

The net is being towed just under water, 
as a precaution to insure its landing on the 
bottom right side up, for if it becomes cap- 
sized the haul is wasted. The dredging ap- 
paratus is a trawl, seven feet across the 
beam, or top, with a net fifteen or twenty 
feet long of large mesh, one and a half or 
two inches; attached to the lower end is a 
scrape dredge, or mud-bag, the top a couple 
of feet long and six inches wide, with iron 
scrapers, the bag being of quarter-inch 
mesh, surrounded by another bag of strong 

"Stand by to lower." The whistle blows 
shrilly and trawl and dredge sink out of 
sight, while the donkey-engine works vigor- 
ously. A sturdy seaman casts the lead, and 
his voice sounds up, musically, "Fourteen 
fathom, sir." The man at the donkey engine 
calls out the length of cable that has run off 
the reel, for every ten fathoms, as indicated 
by a registering device. "Twenty fathom 
out." "Thirty fathom out, sir." "Let out ten 
fathoms more," says the captain, "and hold on 
to it." "Fourteen and one-half fathom, sir," 
from the leadsman. "Trawl on the bot- 
tom, sir," says a seaman who has his hand on 
the cable as it runs out. "What kind of bot- 
tom?" calls the captain. "Sand, with patches 
of rock." "Forty fathom out, sir," calls the 
machinist, and the engine is silent. The 
haul is on. The vessel is moving slowly, 
i • under half-speed of the starboard propeller. 
As the dredge finally sinks out of sight be- 
neath the surface of the water the observers 
with their sextants take the angles. Then, as 
before, they give the draughtsman the read- 
ings, from which he plots the ship's position, 

while the recorder takes down the an 
values and the signals on which the an 
were taken. 

{To be continued.) 



There is nothing that I enjoy more than 
caring for my dogs. Only a few of the 
dog fanciers of the country keep more than 
two, and a majority but one. One dog needs 
a bit of attention, occasionally, the same as 
when a half dozen or more are kept about 
a kennel and yard together. The fancier 
who spends a small amount of time on his 
dog has one that looks well, feels well, 
works well and is more closely attached to 
him than the neglected animal is to his 

There is a dog fancier of our acquaintance 
whose dog is only one man's dog; I mean 
that he follows his master only. He can- 
not be coaxed away by any means. It gives 
a dog owner a sense of pride when his dog 
prefers its master's society, rather than that 
of others. It is this "dog sense" that makes 
a fellow like to own a good animal. 

Dogs should get their baths and general 
disinfecting as regularly as feeding, for it 
■is as important. One can size a dog owner 
up by the looks of his dogs. The past spring 
I bought a very fair bitch from a breeder 
I had heard a great deal of and on her I 
had placed something more than ordinary 
expectations. She arrived — and I arrived at 
the conclusion that her former owner did 
not know much about dog care, or else was 
very loose in his kennel management. She 
was scabby with filth from her head to 
heels, and developed a fine case of mange 
in no' time, even though I was scrubbing 
her hide with castile soap and warm water 
every week. Between scrubbings she was 
well disinfected and kept in only clean quar- 
ters. The bedding in her kennel was 
sprinkled with a strong solution of crude 
carbolic acid, and the kennel floors were 
scrubbed weekly. Plenty of air-slaked lime 
is used on yard and after scrubbing. 

The bitch soon began to show signs of 
improvement as a result of my care, and to- 
day she is about over the skin trouble. Dur- 
ing the day my kennel is open, if the weather 
is not stormy. Two unglazed windows on 
the south are open most of the year. Heavy 
netting of a quarter-inch mesh is nailed over 
them on the inside. The roof is water tight 
and the floor is warm, being banked up in 
winter on the outside and heavily bedded 
with coarse hay. I do not believe in pam- 
pering a dog except in coldest weather, and 
then only to keep him warm. My kennel 
was made of a new coal shed, and I built in 
the partitions as needed at my leisure, On 



the coldest nights, a few big barrels, which 
stand up on end when not in use, are laid 
on their sides on the floor. They are deeply 
bedded with hay and a burlap bag is tacked 
over the open end. Two dogs of medium 
size crawl into them and curl up together, 
keeping quite warm. This I call pampering 

Give a dog too much care in any weather 
and he loses his natural ruggedness. If he 
is given a warm cellar to sleep in and arti- 
ficial heat to lay by his eyes become af- 
fected, he hates the cold and stays close to 
his warm spot. A dog that is so treated 
can never do a day's work in the field. My 
dogs get a dog's care, but they cannot live 
in the same house with me. 

Small yards are easily raked off once a 
week and the refuse buried. In some places 
it is very easy to keep a dog clean. Where 
a fancier can stretch a wire from tree to 
tree or from post to post he can then chain 
the dog to it where he can take a goodly 
amount of exercise. Every animal should 
be thus chained to a wire or yarded. My 
yards are large, and occasionally I spade 
them up and sow to rye, oats or some grass. 
Before spading them, air-slaked lime should 
be well and thoroughly sifted all over 

Cleanliness is worth a deal in the care of 
dogs. In summer, wash them often or let 
them swim in the river or a clean creek. 
Take a bar of soap along and do a good 
job while you are at it. I use a stout 
brush with a mighty stiff bristle also. If 
you do the job gently, the dog soon learns to 
like it. 

Feeding is quite an item if two or more 
dogs are kept. I keep about a dozen ! When 
one was kept he had his feed from the meat 
cuttings and table scraps, but now a rough 
dog bread, made of corn meal principally, 
forms the bill of fare. In late fall and 
winter many fresh bones from the butcher 
are given them to play with and crunch on. 
Some meat is added to the corn bread. 
During spring and summer corn meal bread 
straight is the ration, with only a bone oc- 
casionally to keep the teeth in trim. It 
does not cost much to feed a dog if one 
goes at it right. 

A good dog is one largely deriving his 
quality from careful keeping. "Half is in 
the feed and half is in the breed — but the 
biggest half is in the feed." One often 
hears this among dog fanciers and breed- 

A great amount of pleasure is derived from 
a good dog, while one poorly cared for 
bothers neighbors and is an eyesore to the 
owner. When a dog goes sniffing about the 
neighbors' and "gets into things" they have 
a right to do away with him. Keep * the 
dog at home and always give him kind 


Editor, Recreation : 

Since Recreation has changed hands it is 
more interesting. I am one of the oldest 
hunters and trappers in this country. I 
trapped and hunted in the Adirondacks fifty 
years ago. I have kept a kennel of hunting 
dogs fifty-five years. I have got a prize 
winning English bloodhound, fox, bear, coon, 
rabbit, bird dogs, greyhounds. 

My last hunt was a bear and coon hunt. 
Two hunters from Vermont came to my 
place to buy bear and coon dogs. We had to 
go about thirty miles to get where the bears 
were. We started the day before the hunt, 
got an early start in the morning. As soon 
as the dogs found a fresh trail we turned 
them loose. They took the trail, old and 
young dogs. Away they went full cry. The 
dogs came up to a bear and two cubs in 
the big timber, composed of large trees. 
The bear had a fight with the dogs before 
she treed. The dogs were all baying when 
we got here. Some of the young dogs were 
jumping against the tree. Some were try- 
ing to chew it down. I climbed a small tree 
that stood next to the big tree.. I got up 
even with the bear. I could almost reach 
her with my gun. The men held the dogs 
when I shot her down. When she struck the 
ground the dogs pulled away from the men. 
The old and young dogs had her by the hind 
legs. Each one had a good shake at her. 

When we started to take the bear away 
the dogs went back to another tree, where 
the two cubs were. One of the Vermont 
men said he wanted a live cub. He fixed a 
harness out of some ropes he carried in his 
game bag. He climbed to where the cub 
was; with a club he hit the cub a crack on 
the nose. Down he came. The dogs were 
all chained to trees. We pounced on the 
cub and had him in the harness in short order. 
The other cub went higher up the tree, out 
on a big limb that reached to a large lean- 
ing tree with the top broken off. He went 
in the hollow tree. It being a very large 
tree and we having no axes with us, we con- 
cluded to leave him. On our way back to 
the road the dogs took a trail from a creek ; 
followed to a coon den in the rocks. We 
soon had the coons out. The Vermont men 
said those dogs beat anything they ever saw 
for coon and bear hunting. We had all the 
game we could take with us and the live 
cub, which took two men most of the time 
to manage. When we got to the mountain 
road a man came along with a two-horse 
lumber wagon. We loaded in the game ; got 
to where our rig was already waiting to 
take us to Saratoga. We had a good sup-, 
per and lots of hunting. We related adven- 
tures that evening. The two Vermonters 
started home next morning with their two 
bear and coon dogs — their cub in a stout 
box — two happy men. 
O. F. Blanchard, Saratoga Springs, N, Y. 



A I) V E R '/' I S I: 


Twixt You and Me 


The W. II. Mullins Co., of Salem, Ohio, announce 
that they will have an exhibit of their pressed steel 
motor boats at the Motor Show, Madison Square Garden, 
New York, between February 21st and March 8th, and 
at the Boston Show, March 10th to 17th. They will 
have on exhibition their 16, 18 and 22-foot motor boats, 
and no doubt this exhibition will be of particular interest 
to lovers of this sport. There are a great many excellent 
features about a pressed steel boat that cannot be had 
in the ordinary wood hull. This company has met with 
great success in their line, and have made preparations for 
a very much greater output during the coming season. 


The Fay & Bowen Engine Co., of Geneva, N. Y., re- 
port a large increase in sales for both the season just 
closed and the season of 1906. They have not only ex- 
tended their trade in the United States, but their foreign 
trade has also increased and is constantly growing. The 
distinctive feature of their two-cycle marine engine is 
their patented mechanism for the make-and-break spark, 
which is conceded to be the most reliable and efficient 
device of its kind on the market. They also have special 
features in design which appeal to the trade, and their 
claim for reliability as a distinctive feature of their motor 
appears to be well founded. 

Although they have heretofore manufactured but a 
limited number of complete boats in comparison with 
their output of engines, the demand for their high-grade 
boat work has increased to such an extent that they are 
planning to double their output of hulls 'this year over 
last. In addition to stock boats in 21, 25 and 30-foot 
launches, they manufacture special boats to order, among 
those now under construction being a 30 x 7-foot boat 
with glass front and extension roof, for shipment to 
Florida; a 40-foot half-cabin outfit intended for the 
Muskoka Lakes, and a 40-foot hunting cabin boat de- 
signed for a St. Louis gentleman. They also build a 
specially attractive combination speed and family boat 
35 feet in length by 5 feet beam, equipped with their 
four-cylinder, 16 h. p. engine and which, with even 
this small power, attains a speed of 13 miles an hour. 
They are making a specialty of high-grade hull construc- 
tion and invite inspection of their plant at any time. 


The Detroit Auto-Marine Company, yy Congress street, 
East, Detroit, are making preparations to handle their im- 
mense business for 1906, so that their customers will not 
be disappointed on deliveries. They have recently incor- 
porated with an authorized capital of $150,000, and new 
and expensive automatic machinery, including some of the 
finest grinding machines ever turned out, have been added 
to their equipment, and they propose that in 1906 every 
machine turned out by them will have every piston and 
ring ground and polished, as well as the crank-shaft, and 
as a result their engine will be as nearly perfect as it is 
possible for the latest machinery t to make it. They are al- 
ready under way building some 2,000 engines of the dif- 
ferent sizes and will have a large portion of them on the 
floor of their shipping room ready for 1906 deliveries. 
They make six different sizes, from 1 to 20 h.-p., and from 
1 to 4 cylinders, 


At Dublin, Ind., October 24th, high average was won 
by Mr. L. H. Reid, shooting Peters' Ideal shells; score, 
145 out of 150. Mr. Reid has recently attended six 
tournaments, beginning with Lynn, Ind., September 23d, 
following with Rensselaer, Ind.; Cedar Springs, Ohio; 
Indianapolis, Ind.; Moreland, Ind., and ending with 
Dublin, Ind., October 24th. He shot at 1,350 targets and 
broke 1,322, an average of 98 per cent. This fine work 
reflects credit on the man, but he insists that it is largely 
due to the wonderful qualities of Peters' factory-loaded 


On October 31st the G. W. Cole Company, sole manu- 
facturers of the famous "3 in One" oil, shipped an entire 
carload in one consignment. 

This was the biggest single shipment of an order for 
"3 in One" or any gun or household oil that was ever 
made. The shipment consisted of 66,240 bottles. 

As everyone knows, who knows anything about guns 
and oils, lubricants, etc., the sales of "3 in One" are 
going forward by leaps and bounds, the increased sales 
of this lubricant, cleaner and rust preventer being un- 
precedented. "3 in One" has been sold all over the 
world for many years. 


The Harrington & Richardson Arms Co., of Wor- 
cester, Mass., have published a very attractive calendar 
for 1906, and say that they will be pleased to send one 
to any of our subscribers who will send his name and 
address to them and mention that he saw the offer in 



The Hunter Arms Co.'s new catalogue is now out, 
and is a very handsome specimen of the printer's art. 
Every man who uses -a gun should write for one of their 

This company makes the L. C. Smith Hammerless and 
the Hunter One Trigger guns, which won the gold medal 
at the Lewis and Clark Exposition, in face of very 
keen competition. Their factory is at Fulton, N. Y. 


The Marlin Firearms Co., of New Haven, Conn., is to be congratulated upon its latest offer to riflemen. In 

bringing out its Marlin Baby Repeater to handle .22 short cartridges, they have furnished something for which 

ihould be a great demand. Although it is not made to take down, it has all the advantages of a take-down, 

ich as the barrel may lie cleaned from both ends, and the gun may be packed for transportation in any 

ordinary Irunk. By taking off the tang screw and slipping off the buttstock the length is reduced from 36 to 

26% inches. This Baby Marlin ejects at the side and is chambered to take either .22 short or .22 long rifle car- 

The rifles senl out by the factory only handle the .22 short, but an extra carrier can be obtained, which 

will enable the .22 long to be used. The capacity of the magazine is 14 .22 short cartridges, which, with one 

in the chamber, gives 15 shots without reloading. There is a choice of octagon or round barrels. You should 

lend tin" stamps for the new [36-page illustrated catalogue, published by Marlin Firearms Co., which contains 

'i full desci iption of this 1 tfle. 

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A very unique arm, manufactured by the J. Stevens 
Arms & Tool Co., is the Stevens' '"Tip-Up" pistol. 

This pistol is a neat model for ladies' use, and can 
be recommended for first lesson shooting. It is also 
recommended as a shot pistol, very convenient for 
target shooting at short range, or, where occasion may 
arise, it would be suitable for shooting small game. The 
barrel is 3^ inches long, has a nickel-plated frame, 
single trigger, plain walnut grip stock, open sights, and 
weighs 7 ounces. It is adapted for a .22 R. F. cartridge, 
and listed at $2.50. 


All cameras look very much alike; but Korona cameras 
are different. Different in appearance through their 
beautiful red mahogany finish (hand rubbed) and nickel- 
plated brass trimmings; different because of their ex- 
elusive features, such as the automatic swing back con- 
forming to correct principles, diagonal rack and pinion 
for focusing, patented auxiliary wide angle bed, lever 
grip with adjustable parallel clutch, and different because 
they are made with the greatest skill and care that 
each Korona may be a credit to its fellows and add lustre 
to the reputation of the Korona line. Fine lenses also 
help to make Koronas different. 


The Rochester Optical Company have just placed on 
the market their new 2% x 3% Premoette camera, which 
sells at the popular price of $5. 

The Premoette is a folding type, and when closed 
only measures 1^x3^x4}^ inches, making it one- 
third smaller than any other folding camera taking pic- 
tures of equal size. It has a very fine Meniscus lens 
fitted to automatic shutter of three variations of speed, 
made especially for this camera. 

The focusing manipulation is very simple, one having 
only to pull standard out to desired distance mark, where 
it catches automatically. 

We recommend it to those desirous of purchasing an 
up-to-date camera at small cost. 


A very useful article, manufactured by the Marble 
Safety Axe Co., of Gladstone, Mich. The handles are 
made of cocobola, which is a very hard wood. The blade 
is protected with a Marble Knife Edge Protector, which 
weighs less than one ounce, and occupies no room worth 
mentioning. It adds very largely to the value of the 
knife, making it perfectly safe to carry in any desired 
manner without danger to the keen cutting edge or articles 
or material packed or carried with it. Prices range from 
75 cents to $1, according to the size of the blade. 


Something new for field and brush shooting. Win- 
chester "Brush" shells arc so loaded as to give an open 
and uniform pattern at ranges of from 25 to 30 yards 
when used in choke-bore guns, and for that reason are 
desirable for bird shooting. The most pronounced point 
of superiority of Winchester "Brush" shells lies in the 
fact that the open and even pattern which they give is 
obtained without loss or velocity, penetration or uni- 
formity. In other words — even with increased spread 
of shot — the velocity and penetration and uniformity re- 
main substantially the same as in shells loaded in the 
regular way. Winchester "Brush" shells are furnished in 
either "Leader" or "Repeater" brands and with prac- 
tically all desirable combinations of powder and shot, 
the prices being the same as for shells regularly loaded. 
For sale by all dealers. Winchester shells were the only 
shells awarded a grand prize at St. Louis. 


The Brooks Boat Mfg. Co., of Bay City, Mich., write 
us that they have recently established agencies in the 
Argentine Republic, S. A. ; Australia, and London, Eng., 
and that all of these branches are reporting fine business. 
This concern is one of the largest boat manufacturers 
in the country, and they have increased their line to such 
an extent that it now includes 62 different designs and 
sizes of pleasure craft. 

To any one sending them 25 cents they will send a 
100-page catalogue containing valuable information for 
the amateur yachtsman, showing several working il- 
lustrations of each boat, and a full set for one boat. 
They also have a full line of knock-down boats, as well 
as completed boats, for sale. 


The new Ideal bullet No. 308284 with metal gas check, 
recently brought out by the Ideal Mfg. Co., New Haven, 
Conn., for use in the .30-. 40 Krag rifle, has proved to 
be such a success that the users of the various sporting 
rifles have been demanding similar bullets for their arms. 

The Ideal Co. inform us they are now prepared to 
furnish moulds, tools and gas checks for the following: 
.30-.30 Winchester, Marlin and Savage, .303 Savage, .32 
Winchester Special, .32 Marlin high power, .32-.40 high 
power and .38-55 high power rifles. Illustrations of these 
bullets show that the Ideal Mfg. Co. have gone a step 
further with these than they did with those for military 
use, for they can be made with hard or soft point. To 
make both bullets, two moulds will be required, one for 
the complete bullet and one for the soft tip. The body 
of the bullet should be cast from hard alloy and the tip 
from pure lead. The proper charge of powder for all of 
the .30- 30's and .303 Savage is 22 grs. weight of Laflin 
& Rand Lightning, and for all of the others, .32-.40, .32 
special and -38-.5S the charge shoud be 24 to 25 grs. 
of the same powder. 


Those who visited the great Exposition at Portland dur- 
ing the past summer were no doubt much interested _ in 
the mammoth collection of birds and animals representing 
the fauna of the State of Oregon. It will interest our 
readers to know that these specimens were mounted by the 
Northwestern School of Taxidermy, of Omaha, Nebraska. 
At the close of the Exposition this collection received the 
First Grand Prize and nine gold medals, which was prac- 
tically everything that was offered on Taxidermy work. 


The Savage Arms Company, of Utica, N. Y., are now in a position to make delivery of their rifle known as 
the Featherweight. It is made in .25-.3S, .30-.30 and .303 calibers. This rifle was put on the market to meet the 
demands of sportsmen who desire a light weight rifle especially adapted for deer shooting. 

It has a 20-inch Vound barrel, beautifully tapered and made from the Savage "Hi-Pressure" steel. The stock 
is shotgun style, fitted with rubber butt plate. The metal bead front sight brazed on the barrel^ is of special design. 
The Savage Micrometer Sight, which can be adjusted in any direction to one-thousandth of an inch, forms the rear 
sight. This makes an excellent combination. 

This little- rifle for all practical ranges will be found to shoot just as quickly and accurately as the longer 
length. As with all Savage rifles, it is an excellently balanced gun. Indications point that it is going to be one 
of the most popular guns on the market. 

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The Car that Achieves 

The Cadillac has always been the car that does things. Whether the 
test be that of endurance or power, or one of severity of road service, 
this wonderful machine has never been found "wanting. It knows no 
balk, no hesitancy, no delay — always ready, with energy to spare. 
By this dependability of service, coupled with unusual 
economy of maintenance, the Cadillac has made such phe- 
nomenal advancement that its factory is now the largest 

of its kind in the world. 

The qualities upon which this un- 
paralleled growth is based are 
more pronounced than ever in 
the magnificent new cars for 
1906. Embodied in these 
are many unique and im- 
portant improvements — 
improvements which 
make the 

Model K, 10 h. p. Runabout. 
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Model M. Light Touring Car. 
#950. f. o. b. Detroit 

conspicuous for 
its individual merit. 
Among them is a wonderful 
mechanical feed lubricator which 
supplies oil to the motor in quan- 
tities which vary according to the 
speed of the engine, when properly 
adjusted, always feeding enough, 
never too much or too little. The new 
rocker joint on the front spring allows 
the car to pass over obstacles several 
inches in height without transmitting any 
material jar to the car, insuring a maximum of 
riding comfort and a minimum liability to breakage. 

In outline and finish these new Cadillacs are truly art creations. Of the 
Victoria type, their grace and exquisite beauty, their tone of quiet richness, 
appeal at once to fastidious motorists. 

We want to tell you more about the Cadillac by sending you a free copy of 
our interesting Booklet K A postal request brings it, together with address of 
nearest dealer. The igo6 models include : 

Model K, 10 h. p. Runabout, $750. Model H, 30 h. p. Touring Car, $2,500. 

Model M, Light Touring Car, $950. Model L, 40 h. p. Touring Car, $3,750. 

All prices f. 0. b. Detroit. 


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The world's finest motor cycle within reach of all. If represents the 
highest quality of workmanship and material. It far surpasses any other 
vehicle in speed, power and hill climbing ability. It has the fewest possible 
number of parts in its construction. All 1905 machines are equipped with 
detachaoie tires, automatic feed oilers, 1% inch wide flat belt, mud guards 
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too quick 
for a 

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as actual results prove — and results speak louder than words. 

We have just published a Booklet containing half-tone reproductions from 
Graflex negatives which will be mailed upon request. No matter how many other 
outfits you may have — you will be interested in this unique camera and its won- 
derful work. 

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\ '. "V^ ^ --*& 

It requires nerve and confidence in one's rifle to face a 
wounded, charging moose, for a clogged or broken mechan- ^ 
ism would mean instant destruction to the hunter. 

All 772ar/i/i Rifles have the famous fflar/i/z Breechbolt, which keeps 
oul the rain and snow, twigs, sand, leaves, etc., which are apt to put the 
working parts of a rifle out of business. The fflar/ln <s always to be 
depended upon. The 27Iar///i ejection is at the side, so the empty shells 
cannot possibly be thrown in the shooter's face at a critical moment. The 
fflar/in structure throughout is of the simplest, strongest and most enduring 
quality. 7ffar/i/i accuracy is famous. A fflarfi/z, never fails. 272ar/in 
Rifles are the kind that big game hunters are trusting their lives to 
every day. 

The Model 1893 7/Iar/in have "Special Smokeless Steel" barrels, 
using powerful smokeless loads. The 32-40 and .38-55 are also 
made with the highest grade of soft steel barrels for black powder. Better bags and eternal satisfaction 
are yours if you use a fflar/in- They class by themselves. 

Write to-day for real stories of 7ZZar/in prowess in our Experience Book, and the new Catalog. 
Free to any address for 6 cents postage. 

7]be THar/in firearms Co. 30 Willow St., New Haven, Conn. 


is the best rust preventative made, because 
it does not gum or drip, and heat, cold 
or salt water don't affect it. Rust re- 
peller sticks, no matter how hot the firing. 
Get it of your dealer. Sample 1 Vz oz. 
aes sent postpaid for 1 5 cents. 

Model 1893, .38-55, 26-in., X A 
Octagon, ^2 magazine, Take Down, 
extra selected and checked, Pistol grip, 
rubber butt, Special " D " design checking. 
Engraving No. 40 gold or platinum inlay. Catalog 
list price $210.25. Tftez-' "? Model '93 Repeating Rifles from 
$12.95. Catalog prices. Less at your dealers. 

Ideal No, 2 

Re & De-capper 

Send three stamps 
for latest catalogue. 

The Phil. B. Bekeart Co 
San Francisco, Cal. 
Agents for Pacific Coast 


Straight Line Movement. Used as a bench or hand tool. Lever 

"A" folds over so tool may be carried in pocket. Weighs but 

eight ounces. Is strong and powerful* Seats the primers 

easily and positively to the bottom of pocket, which prevents misfires. 

Ejects old primer and seats new one without removing the shell, 

which is handled but once to perform the two operations, enabling the operator to do nearly 

twice the work in a given time. Now ready 25-35, 25-36, 30-30, 30-40 Krag, 30-45 Springfield 

(headless), 32-40, 38-55. Ask your dealers. If they will not serve you send cash to 

THE IDEAL MFG. CO., 12 U. St., New Haven, Conn., 19. S. A. 


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Learn to Mount Birds and Animals 

Every sportsman should be able to mount and preserve his own fine trophies. The shoot- 
ing' season is now open, and you will secure many fine specimens. Why not mount them for 
your home or den ? 

We can Teach You by Mail 

to mount Birds, Animals, Heads, fishes, Tan Shins, 
Make Rugs, etc. This is a delightful work, easily and 
quickly learned. By taking our mail course during your 
spare time, you can soon mount all kinds of specimens 
true to life. These specimens when mounted are of great . ^ 

interest and value. You can double your income by giving taxidermy your spare 
time. The fall and winter months offer abundant leisure time to learn the business 

TL J CO O. 1 i "I have had great success in taxi- 

1 nousands or Sportsmen are our students dermy under your instruction.-— 

O. Bkoxson, TopeUa, Kan. "Have just mounted a fine eagle with complete success." — N. Roghrs, 
McCook, Neb. "Have earned $075.00 from my taxidermy work." — C. H. Hammond, Syracuse, N. Y. 

Our school is endorsed by all leading sporting magazines, including Rec- 
reation, and by the most eminent taxidermists. We teach standard methods 
only, and guarantee success. We mounted the mammoth collection at the 
Portland Exposition. Our school is incorporated, and the courses of lessons 
protected by U. S. Government copyright. The editors of this magazine will | 

tell you that the school is absolutely trustworthy and reliable. 

We want every sportsman, desiring to preserve his own specimens, to en- 
roll for our course. We want to send you the testimonials of hundreds of 
successful students; also our new illustrated catalog, and a copy of "The 
Taxidermy Magazine." — All free. Write for these books to-day. 

Tbe Northwestern School of Taxidermy, No. 525 D St., Omaha, Neb. 

Have you a Dog? 

We will send, if you mention its breed, 

Polk Miller's Great Book on Dogs; 

How to Take Care of Them; Sen. Vest's 
Eloquent Tribute to a Dog, and A 
Yellow Dog's Love for a Nigger 

(the famous poem) all for ioc, just to ad- 
vertise Sergeant's Famous Dog 
Remedies. Address, 

863 Main St., Richmond, Va. 


W U 25 Cents. 

35 Cents. 

Will grow in the 

house or out of 

doors. Hyacinths, 

Tulips, Gladiolus, 

Crocus, Fuchsias, 

Oxalis, Tuberoses, 

Begonia, Jonquils, 

Daffodils, Chinese 

Lily, Dewey Lily, 

Gloxinia, Lilies or 

the Valley— all postpaid, 25c. in stamps 
or coin. As a premium with these Bulbs we will send 
Kill K E a big collection of flower seeds— over 200 kinds. 

Sure Cure For Rupture 
Sent on Trial 

Brooks' Appliance is a new scientific dis- 
covery with automatic air cushions that 
draws the broken parts together and binds 
them as you would a broken limb. It abso- 
lutely holds firmly and comfortably and 
never.slips, always light and cool and con- 
forms to every movement of the body with- 
out chafing or hurting. I make it to your 
measure and send it to you on a strict guar- 
antee of satisfaction or money refunded and 
I have put my price so low that anybody, 
rich or poor, can buy it. Remember I make 
it to your order — send it to you — you wear it 
— and if it doesn't satisfy you, you send it 
back to me and I will refund your money 
without question. The banks and the post- 
master here will tell you that is the way 1 do 
business — always absolutely on the square and lam selling thousands of people 
this way for the past five years. Remember I use no salves, no harness, no lies, 
no fakes. I just give you a straight business deal at a reasonable price. 

C. E. BROOKS, 951 Brooks Building, MARSHALL, MICH. 




Send your name and ad- 
dress. We will send one 
Large Package, 36 colors of 
beautiful shades. -^ 
if you will send 9 W»Ob 
to pay the cost 
of packing and 
postage. Send now and 
get with the Sweet Peas 
47 kinds Deep 
Eich Colors of 
Washington Pan- 
sy Seed 

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This entire collec- 
? tion for 10 cents. 
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Romeike Press Gutting Bureau 

First established and most 
complete in the world 

C!. To be abreast of the times subscribe to the old 
reliable bureau founded by the late Henry Romeike 
and you will be right up-to-date on all current topics in 
which you are interested. C. Reads every newspaper 
and periodical of importance in the United States, 
Canada, Mexico and Europe. Branches throughout 
the civilized world. Write for circular and terms. 

Henry Romeike, Inc., umo 3 n 3 s q ., New York. 

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The name " Winchester " on a rifle or shotgun barrel is the hall- ([ 
mark of straight and strong shooting. This is due to the 
excellence of Winchester barrels, the knowledge and ex- 
perience embodied in their manufacture, and the care taken in 
targeting them. Only good barrels ever leave our factory. 


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7 HORSE— 3 PORT— 2 STROKE The Interstate trophy at the Hudson River Car- 
nival was won by the "Durno," a 25-foot semi- 
racer fitted with a Rochester Engine; this 
No stops in three days' 
— record 12.12 statute miles an hour. Speed and reliability combine in the highest 
degree because of construction. t,Vi to 100 horse-power. New Catalogue on request. 



after running under her own power from Rochester to New York. 



There are SIX Reasons why this Sight is 
Better than any other, and the price is only 

1st— Strong Coiled Spring in Hinge Joint. This automatically and instantly 
brings the sight to position for shooting, no matter how much it is knocked about 
in the brush or by firing a bolt. It may be easily fastened down by locking button 
shown at back of hinge. 

2nd— May be Used on Rifles with Long Firing Bolts, as per illustration showing 
Marble Sight on 1895 Model .35 calibre Winchester. 

3rd— Locking Sleeve. The lower sleeve locks the upper or elevating sleeve, pre- 
vents it from being accidently turned, and takes up all lost motion at any elevation. 

4th, 5th and 6th Reasons, with full descriptions and numerous illustrations, are 
given in our large catalog, which also describes Marble's Improved Front Sight. 
Buy of dealer or direct 


Write for catalo 



;'s Improved Front Sight. I 

, Mich., U. S. A. 

The Won- 





Weight 37% lbs. 
Height 11% ins. 

_ Convert your row 

Licensed under Joseph fi " —J Mm ■_„ . - *„ „ 1 nlin nh 

Day's patent, Au S . 6, '95. ||5|§f^ «P D03t ,llt0 3 LaUnCh 

Other patents pending. ^moMmm 

Rated at 1 h.p. Has shown nearly 2 h.p. No valves, gears,springs or cams. 
Jump spark. Reversible. Speed control. Only three moving parts. Could 
not be made better if it cost five times as much. Order now— they are sell- 
ing so fast you may be disappointed later. Write for our new catalog de- 
scribing Auto-Marine. Motors from 1 to 20 h. p. 

Detroit Auto-Marine Co., co^k Detroit, Mich. 


Cable address "Automarine," Western Union code used 


1 20 PACKAGES FOR | ()C. I 


♦ Bat. Button, K 10 s * Poppy, ff 18 Portulaca, 20 J 
S 10 -Weeks Stock, 5 Candytuft, 10 Mangold, 1 





Portnlaca, 20 
M arigold, 13 

Petunia, 10 

Calliopsis, 8 

Aster, 16 

Sweet Alyssum. 
Finks, 10 

Sweet William, 8 


Poppy, 18 

Candytuft, 10 
Larkspur, 6 

Nasturtium, 10 
Eschselioltzia, 6 
Pansy, 10 

Zinnia, 12 

Balsam, 12 

Sweet Peas. Sweet Mignonette. 

All of the above sent to any address, 
, post-paid, for lOc. silver or six two- 
cent stamps. As a Premium and to in- 
troduce our seeds into every household, 
we will also send a ««J, 1 £c* , *», m ??? 
fine beautiful bulbs FJTEE with 

Professional Bait Casting 
with a free running spool 

4 New Reel for 1906 

Ask your dealer to explain or send 
for description 


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Some sportsmen seem to be- 
lieve that U .M.C. cartridges 
are not made for all kinds 
and calibres of rifles. We 
wish every sportsman to 
know that whenever any 
arms company brings out a 
new weapon, the U. M. C. 
Company immediately 
makes a cartridge especially 
adapted to it. 

U.M.C. Cartridges for all 
repeating and single shot rifles, 
of all calibres. 


313 Broadway 
New York City 

86-88 First Street 
San Francisco, Cal. 

Buy a Reming- 
ton Gun and you 
won't have to buy your 
game. You can shoot it 
yourself. Remington Guns 
are tested and re-bored until 
they come up to the factory 

Send for folder describing 
new Remington Trap Guns 

Remington Arms Co. 

Agency, IllOn* \S.% !• Depot) 

Si 5 Broadway, 86-88 First Street 

New York City. San Francisco, Cal. 

— iH 







1 Ml 

■■ '"-SB 


Secretary Taft selected the Pacific Mail for his congres- 
sional party both going and returning from the Philippines. 

They went by the regular Semi-Tropical route via 
Hawaii and returned by the special Great Circle route. 
This gave the party an opportunity for comparing the cli- 
matic conditions of the two routes. 

Ask any one of them how they compare in comfort and 
weather conditions. 

From San Francisco to Hawaii, Japan, China and the Philippines 
Rates and information at any Railroad Ticket Agent or from 

PACIFIC MAIL S.S. CO., San Francisco, Cal. 

R. P. SCHWERIN, Vice-President and General Manager 


l2cfJacKson Boulevard I Broadway — 349 Broadway 903 Olive Street Baltimore & Hanover 170 Washington St. 


632 Chestnut St. 511 Pennsylvania Av. 212 W. Washington St. Amerika Haus, F erdinandstrasse 49 Leadenhall St. 


RCH, 1906 



VI l\ 

■ M — '.«-' 


During the long winter evenings there is nothing 
more interesting or profitable than to study up the 
subject of summer holidays and learn a little of the 
many attractive districts in Canada that are reached 
by the Grand Trunk Railway System, and which 
are becoming more and more popular each year. 
The Temagami region offers unlimited attractions 
for the devotee of rod and line and to the tourist 
and Q Dortsman. Handsome publications descriptive 
of Licse regions, containing maps and all informa- 
tion, may be had for the asking by applying to 

G. T. BELL, 

General Passenger and Ticket Agent, 




Mode! H, 
30 h. p. Touring Car, 
$2,500, f. o. b. Detroit, 
(not including lamps) 

Four-Cylinder Perfection 

It is concentration of effort that has made the Cadillac what it is. 
For five years its makers — the master designers and motor builders 
of America — have focused their endeavors upon a single object — to 
produce a faultless motor car. A consummation of these efforts is 
found in the magnificent line of 1906 cars, notable among which are 
the four-cylinder types. These models embody every point of excel- 
lence thus far found in any of the high-priced cars, either of American 
or foreign make. When you remember the remarkable efficiency of 
the famous Cadillac single-cylinder engine, and consider this 
same principle embodied in quadruple form, you 
will gain a slight idea of the serviceable- 
ness of these powerful four- 
cylinder models ^^^^^^ ^ 

of the 


the many improve- 
ments is an automatic governor 
which limits the speed of the engine 
when the latter is disconnected, eliminating 
vibration and saving much fuel and energy. Another is 
the mechanically operated oil feed (found on all Cadillac models) 
which supplies oil to the engine in accordance with its speed, 
keeping it always in a state of perfect lubrication. Transmission 
is of the exclusive Cadillac planetary type "with specially cut and 
hardened gears. The bodies are of unusual elegance, and luxuri- 
ously appointed. Wheel base c model H (30 h. p.) 100 inches; 
Model L (40 h. p.) no inches. Practically noiseless; comfortable 
and easy-riding as a Pullman coach. ' 

Let us send address of nearest dealer and our finely illustrated catalog K which 
will tell you more about the 1906 Cadillacs. A car to suit any purse, any requirement. 

Model K, 10 h. p. Runabout, $750. 
Model M, Light Touring Car, $950. 

Model H, 30 h. p. Touring Car, $2,500. All prices 

Model L, 40 h. p. Touring Car, $3,750. f. 0. b. Detroit. 


Member As so. Licensed Auto. Plfrs. 

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AP\ ERTISEMENTS will be inserted under^the~proper heading in this department at the rate of 
5 cents a word, each initial and figure counting as one word. No advertisement will be inserted at 
less than fifty cents. Cash must invariably accompany the order. A discount of 10 per cent, may 
be deducted from a twelve-time order. It is possible through this department to reach nearly 400,000 peo- 
ple twelve times a year for the sum of $6.00. Display type and illustrations at regular rates. 



HE LARGEST Pointer Kennel in the World is 
Bar Harbor Kennels, 

Bar Harbor, Maine. 


1 \C.LE HOUNDS— Young and mature stock. None 
better. All eligible and bred to hunt. 

"Debonair/' South End. Gloversville, N. Y. 

OR SALE — Pedigreed Pointer Puppies, whelped July 
first. M. W. Oberholtzer, 

Hatfield, Pa. 


Fee, $20.00 

For information write 

M. W. BADEN, Box 930, Winfield, Kas. 



-. •.•.■.Jr,V.«/^V.-..-.VC 

: "'ni)fi 1 ■ i 1 1 I lii'll" 1 ' 

For sale by all Grocers and Sporting Goods dealers. Send 
for our special premium offer. YOUNG'S BISCUIT CO., 
89 Fulton Street, Boston, Mass. 


O N 

Dog Diseases 


Mailed Free to any address by the author 
H. Clay Glover, D. V. S. - 1278 Broadway, N. Y. 


Dog Chains, Brushes, Combs, Shipping Crates, 
Medicines, Dog and Puppy Cakes, all the latest 
and best books. A complete list in our Kennel 
Supply circular mailed free. 

Excelsior Wire & Poultry Supply Co. 
26-28 Vesey St., Dept. R. C. New York, N. Y. 


Game plenty. 

H. H. Smith, Brookville, Pa. 

p OR SALE- — Trained Coon, Fox and Rabbit Hounds. 
Comrade Kennels, Bucyrus, Ohio. 


p REE — 1906 Catalogue. Forty varieties land and watei 
fowl. S. A. Hummel, Box 68, 

Freeport, 111. 

pOULTRY PAPER, 74 pages, illustrated, 25c. per year; 
1 4 months' trial, 10c. ; sample free; 64 pages prac- 
tical poultry book free to yearly subscribers; book alone, 
ioc. ; catalogue poultry books free. 

Poultry Advocate, Dept. R, Syracuse, N. Y. 

time to make soup of your old rooster and im- 
prove your stock with new blood for hatching this 
Spring. I have some beautiful cockrels (Duston strain) 
for sale, very cheap. Every bird guaranteed, and sent 
on approval. F. Warren Sumner, 

Elizabeth, N. J. 

Poultry and Pigeon Feed 

— — ^— — Send for price list — — ■ ^—^— i 

246 fulton Street 

New York, N. Y. 


ers are straight bred and unexcelled for size. We 
have supplied equipment for many of the finest estates 
jw^ M*a in America. Our plant is the largest and best 
ffiJQy in the world. During the past year we sold 
S^^^ more Homers than all other pigeon breeders 
LkULSJ and importers in America combined. There is 
a reason for this; look around before buying. 
We publish a full line of printed matter, covering every 
detail of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, 
"How to Make Money with Squabs." Visitors welcome 
at our plant and Boston office. Address, ffiflfltfl 

(3*2 (3D QD S3 ffll Plymouth Rock Squab Co., ^7t~7 
c!2/ ^/ ^/ ^7 ^f? 402 Howard Street, Melrose, Mass. 


Just to introduce our Selected Imported Belgian 
Homers, we will give FREE a complete outfit for breed- 
ing squabs. Send 4 cents in stamps for our special 
offer circular which tells you all. There are no better 
Homers in America than our birds, and our prices are 
lower than any other firm. Remember, we are the larg- 
est importers in America. We also have all kinds of 
Pheasants, Swan, Peacocks, Wild and Fancy Waterfowls, 
Turkeys, White Guineas, Poultry, Collie Dogs, Fancy 
Pigeons and Imported Angora Cats. Write for what 
pou want. Cape Cod Squab, Poultry and Game Farm, 

Box G, Wellfleet, Mass. 

When corresponding with advertisers please mention "Recreation* 



FIRST-CL'ASS TANNING. My formulas enable any 
man to successfully tan any hide and get a soft 
velvet finish. No machinery. Quick, labor-saving 
methods; you cannot hurt any pelt, no matter how tender; 
experience not necessary. Lurther information gladly 
supplied if you inclose stamp. My two formulas and 
complete instructions sent for $3.00. 

Edwin Dixon, Taxidermist, 
Unionville, Ontario, Canada. 


best rubber stamps and stencils in New York. Pro- 
tectograph, the best safety check protector made. Rubber 
Type Alphabets, 5 A fonts, $1.10 postpaid. Send postal 
for circular. 

Abram Aarons, 165/2 University Place, N. Y. 


T OVELY COTTAGE in Adirondacks for sale, cheap. 
Rare bargain. Hunting, fishing, scenery, location, 
all fine. Dr. Morehouse, Wevertown, N. Y. 

A PARTMENTS, 3 to 7 rooms each ; rooms sin- 

gle and en suite. The Hinman, Apartment 

and European Hotel, Marshall Cooper, Mgr., 

7th and Figuerda, Los Angeles, Cal. Booklet 

mailed free. 


"I717E ARE BREAKING UP a $20,000 collection of un- 
"* used Postage Stamps at about half Scott's cat- 
alogue. Selling catalogue of coins, 10c; of stamps, 10c. 
Stamp & Coin Exchange, 
61 Nassau St., New York, N. Y. 

pOR SALE— Beautiful Shells, Indian Relics, Gem 
•*■ Stones, Gun Flints, Curios. 

Geo. Tills, Albion, N. Y. 

<£- m- PAID FOR RARE 1853 QUARTERS; $4 paid 
*rj'/j for 1804 dimes; $15 paid for 1858 dollars; 
big prices paid for hundreds of other dates; keep all money 
coined before 1879 and send 10 cents at once for a set 
of two coin and stamp value books. It may mean a 
fortune to you. 

Address C. F. Clarke, Agent, 

Le Roy, N. Y., Dept. 3- 


"D RUCELINE, the only genuine remedy for restoring 
1 gray hair to its natural color; 40 years on the 

market. No dye, and harmless. $1.00 per bottle. 
Treatise on the hair sent on application, FREE. 

Bruceline Co., 57 W. 21st St., New York. 


Circular free. Wonderfu 
automatic teacher. 5 styles 
$2.00 up. OMNIGltAI'il 

CO., Dept, W., 8» Cortlmiclt 
St., New York. 

Beginning with April, Recreation 
will be $1.50 per year. Subscrip- 
tions received before April first 
will be accepted at $1.00. 





Finest Work at Reasonable Prices 
49 West 24th Street, New York, N. Y. 

Also at (Old Stand) 
jBNo. William St. and 126 St. James Place, Brooklyn, N. Y. 

ROWLAND, TAXIDERMIST. A specialty in mount- 
ing moose, elk, caribou and deer heads; also fish. 
182 Sixth Ave., New York. Telephone. 

rjONT WASTE the trophies of your prowess! Make 
your sport more than pay for itself by taking my 
COMPLETE correspondence course in TAXIDERMY, 
$5 only. Others cost $15, and up. Send price to 

Clarence Birdseye, Jr., 
42 Broadway, New York, N. Y. 


pOR SALE OR EXCHANGE— Guns and Sporting 
Goods. Lowest possible prices, new and second- 
hand. Circular Free. State your wants. 

F. D. Sawyer, Gray, Maine. 

pOR SALE— Malcolm Telescope Rifle Sight. Cost $18. 
x Will sell for $10. Chas. Howard, 

Manistique, Mich. 

pOR SALE — Remington Lee Sporting Rifle, .30-.30 
Peep Sights. Price, $20. R. O. Bowman, 

Medina, Ohio. 

pOR SALE — Remington Lee Sporting Rifle, .30-.30 cal., 
*■ mounted with Lyman Remington Lee Peep Sight and 
ivory bead front sight. This gun is an accurate and 
hard shooter, and is as good as new. Price, $20. Address 

Robt. O. Bowman, 
Medina, Medina Co., Ohio. 


OR SALE — At a bargain, one 4x5 Anastigmat Lens, 
f 6. 8. C. L. Wyckoff, 

125 Kent St., Jamestown, N. Y. 


gUFFALO HORNS, matched pairs, polished and mount- 
ed; also make into showy hall racks; flint-lock 
pistols; Indian relics, ancient and modern; Navajo 
blankets; elk tusks; old brass, pewter and crockery. Il- 
lustrated lists, 2 cents. N. Carter, Elkhorn, Wis. 


J3 IG GAME. Hunting on the Head Waters of the 
Stickine River. I am better prepared than ever to 
furnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 
1905. Moose, caribou, Stone's sheep, goat, black, brown 
and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundred miles 
of Telegraph Creek. Season opens September 1st. 

References: Andrew J. Stone, J. R. Bradley, T. T. 
Reese. J. Frank Callbreath, Telegraph Creek, B. C. 

Via Wrangle, Alaska. 


DOST CARD EXCHANGERS— Send 25 cents for full 
1 membership fee and receive Post Cards from Ex- 
changers throughout the country. Don't wait; do it now, 
lest you forget it. Address all communication to the 
United Souvenir Post Card Exchange Agency, 
115 E. Second St., Washington, North Carolina. 

When corresponding with advertisers please mention "Recreation* 

Around Our Camp Fire 

/ leave this rule for others when Pm dead, 
Be always sure you're right — then go ahead. 


Ye Fyshing Month 

April is the fisherman's month. In the 
north and in the west the angler's rod gen- 
erally comes from its retirement at this sea- 
son ; those lucky fellows who live in the 
south need hardly put theirs away. The daily 
newspapers are never tired of making fun of 
fish stories, ranking them with the bear 
stories and snake stories that come in season 
later in the year. Recreation, however, 
knows what fishing is and realizes the abso- 
lute truthfulness of most fishermen. We 
anglers are gifted with imagination, and 
when we attempt to measure the length of a 
fish with our arms are, perhaps, inclined to 
spread a trifle wider than a strict measure- 
ment of our big fish would have warranted. 
But that the fisherman has no real intention 
to glorify himself unduly is evident, seeing 
the arms always stretch widest when he tells 
the story of the fish that got away. 

All the foregoing may be considered as an 
introduction to our request for a supply of 
good stories dealing with fishing, together 
with photographs of the fish, including the 
before mentioned one that got away. We 
propose to make Recreation for April a fish- 
ing number, and to make it so good that it 
will be stored away after being read, with 
the old flies, hooks and broken tips that every 
fisherman has a collection of. Those who 
have MSS. to submit should send them in 
earlv — to avoid the rush. 

Frank Ford's Department 

Will in future devote itself solely to the 
furnishing of information to Recreation's 
readers. Hitherto he has acted as salesman 
for those entitled to the use of his services. 
In this capacity he has been a wonderful suc- 
cess, but the time has now come (with the 
extraordinary growth of this magazine) 
when he finds it absolutely necessary to limit 
his field, in order to cover that field success- 
fully. Every mail brings in numerous re- 
quests for information and assistance, and 
these must be attended to, while sales and 
exchanges can just as well be effected 

through the medium of our advertising pages 
(at our usual rates), so that it seems the 
part of true wisdom to make this change. 
Of course, it would be possible to add to 
his staff, but in a one-man department such 
as his, any number of clerical assistants could 
never take the place of the head. There is 
only one Frank Ford, and a working day 
has but a certain number of hours in it. So, 
in future, our friends who wish to make an 
exchange, to buy, or to sell, will take them up 
with Recreation's Advertising Department, 
from which they will receive the most cordia) 
assistance, absolutely fair treatment, and no 
doubt from which they will also derive the 
greatest satisfaction. On the other hand, 
those desiring information or assistance will 
continue, as heretofore, to write to Frank 

Last Call 

"All subscriptions received on or before 
April first will be accepted at $1.00. After 
that $1.50." 

This announcement appeared on the first 
page of the February number and a great 
many of our readers immediately subscribed 
or renewed their subscriptions. By sending 
$2.00 you can renew your subscription now 
for two years. 

Do not fail to take advantage of the oppor- 
tunity thus offered — this is your last chance — 
for we positively cannot accept subscriptions 
after April 1st at less than $1.50. 

If you will kindly bear in mind the follow- 
ing suggestions when remitting, it will elim- 
inate the possibility of error and save both 
you and us unnecessary expense and trouble : 

Write distinctly your name and address in 

State the year and month with which your 
subscription should begin. This applies both 
to new subscriptions and renewals. 

Make all money orders and checks payable 


23 West 24TH St., New York City. 


Do not confuse these with cheap 
pictures. They sell at Art Stores 
for 50 cents each. 





^fO every reader of this magazine who loves nature 
Cjv and animals and outdoor life, we will send with- 
out charge these beautiful pictures, printed in col- 
ors on heavy plate paper, without lettering. Beautiful and 
appropriate decorations for library or den, they are won- 
derful examples of the art of color printing. The subjects 
represented will appeal to nature lovers generally. Framed 
at moderate cost, these pictures will add much to the beauty 
of your home, or they can be used just as they are in any 
room of the house. Size of picture, 10^2x7^ inches; retail 
price 50 cents each. 

W/>jr We Make IShis Offer 

The object of this offer is to acquaint you with our new "Li- 
brary of Natural History" which has recently been published, 
after years of labor and at an enormous expense. It is the 
only work of its kind in existence illustrated from actual pho- 
tographs, of which it contains over 2,000, besides many full- 
page plates showing birds and animals in their natural colors. 
Every living creature on the earth — animal and man — is de- 
scribed and pictured in this Library. In many cases special 
expeditions armed with cameras and dry plates had to be 
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MARCH 1906 

No. 3 




T was merely a vague 
possibility until that 
bright June morn- 
ing made it a pur- 
pose. We had 
reached Toronto on 
our annual sojourn 
and had four hours 
to wait for the Grand Trunk train north. 
"We' 1 ' do it," said we, and before noon 
we ha' 1 rounded up the following camp 
outfit : 

One tent, drill, 7^x9 feet, without 
poles or fly ; folding camp stove, weigh- 
ing about three pounds ; a few pieces of 
tinware ; assorted provisions for a 

To these we later added two portable 
cots and some bedding. Be it known 
that neither my wife nor I had ever 
camped, even so much as in the back 
yard. We had neither read authorita- 
tive works on camp economics, nor puz- 
zled over the enticing pages of beauti- 
ful catalogues published by the manu- 
facturers of campers' supplies. We 
were merely humble disciples of the 
Forest and trusted in the Wilderness. 
Extending some fifty miles north of 
the Ottawa division of the Grand Trunk 
Railway system, at a point about seven- 
ty-five miles east of Georgian Bay, lies 
Algonquin Park, the national reserve 
land of Ontario. Numerous tourists pass 
through a corner of this tract of two 
thousand square miles, but few leave 
the train and find their way into the in- 

terior. It is still wild, with all the wild- 
ness of the primeval woods of this, the 
oldest forest in North America. Ex- 
cept for the inroads of lumbermen and 
the railroad, it is a land still unharmed 
by the hand of man. It is no summer 
resort and it supports no hotel. The 
man who ventures within its confines 
must needs be his own supporter as well 
as a lover of the free life. To the de- 
votee of the primitive she shows vistas 
of beauty that delight and entrance, and 
for the genuine sportsman, whose chief 
aim is not death, she is generous. Rock, 
water and trees are the elements out of 
which this beauty is made. Fire-rent 
granite, veined with seams of quartz 
and mica, forms the ground floor of a 
thick vegetation of pine, spruce and 
hemlock, whose roots * seem to pene- 
trate into the very rock, so shallow is 
the nourishing soil. Eight hundred 
lakes, many of them nameless and un- 
surveyed, fill the hollows in the rocks. 
Deep lakes these are, with waters cold 
and dark, enshrouded in the strong 
arms of the interminable forest. 

We had secured a government map 
of the park before leaving home and we 
now set to work upon it to find a suit- 
able place for camping. We knew noth- 
ing of the region from personal experi- 
ence, nor were we successful in secur- 
ing knowledge from others. Even at 
Huntsville, our jumping-off place, we 
found out only the fact that if you wish 
to know what a place is like you must 



go and find out. As Rainy Lake was single island well up toward the east- 
near the boundary line, thus offering ern shore. We rowed thither in the only 
an easy escape in view of the dangers boat the lake could boast, the property 
of this step into the dark, and, besides, of the lumber company. The beauty of 
was on the railroad, we decided for the the spot and its desirability as a camp 
lake of ominous name — a name well- site appealed to us at once. 
deserved, as we discovered. Rain forbade a start the next morn- 

We bought at llnntsville a staunch ing, but after another one of the hos- 

canoe — Peterborough model — which by pitable Mrs. Blake's dinners we set out 

its good behavior in all kinds of weather with high anticipations. We found our 

became an honorary member of our possessions in a shanty of an abandoned 

household under the Christian name of lumber camp where I had my first ex- 

"Hilda." The Canadians excel in hos- perience as a pack animal. The initia- 

pitality and canoe building. We were tion took the form of carrying an 

offered a birch canoe for a third of the eighty-pound canoe down a steep bank 

sum, but, romance and drowning aside, to the edge of the water. The start 

the lone Indian's canoe is a botch beside was easy and graceful. The canoe 

the slim cedar skiff of his Canadian caught the spirit of the descent and 

brother. Our craft was 16x3 feet, with gained enthusiasm at every bound, for 

the slight bulge below the gunwale, I had quickened my pace, not wish- 

which makes the difference between life ing the canoe to reach its destination 

on the water and death in it. before I should. The race came near 

Rainy Lake station proved to be a ending in kindling wood and humilia- 
sawmill surrounded by a few forlorn tion, but we managed to break the 
houses, apparently built for a day and force of one another's fall by joining 
a night. The presence of a lone couple forces and coming down en masse, 
dumped in that desolate spot was an Few joys are comparable to home- 
interesting spectacle to the two or three building, even though that home be but 
individuals that sidled around us, but a tent. It was with great zeal that we 
when they found that we were only a landed and took possession of the island 
couple of fools who had come five hun- in the name of the Fresh Air Life. We 
dred miles to camp in this lonely spot, felt the heart throbs of primitive man 
curiosity gave way to astonishment, as- as we hewed our tent poles and set up 
tonishment to pity and pity to kindness. our little cross tree, for at last we 
We had been told that all we needed to could live the simple life. Accelerated 
do was to slide our canoe from the train by the rumble of distant thunder, we 
into the water. We were now informed soon had our light canvas stretched 
that the lake was filled for a third of its over the poles and firmly fastened by 
length of three miles with logs, and guy ropes. To one who was not a 
that not even a canoe could get through lover of forest freedom, the inspection 
"Now, the best thing you fellows can of this flimsy home and the prospect 
do," volunteered one of our new ac- of a month's sojourn therein through 
quaintances (the other "fellow" was my all the changes of sun and storm must 
wife), "is to have the section gang take have been forbidding indeed, but to us 
your canoe and duffle on a hand car to it seemed cosy and delightful. After 
w T here the water is open." That even- setting up the cots and bringing in our 
ing we acted on this advice, after find- boxes and enough fuel to last over a 
ing temporary lodging in the sawmill rainy day, we found that we had barely 
boarding house and spending the after- room in which to turn around, but we 
noon inspecting the lake under the came to live in the open, not in tents, 
guidance of John Urquardt, fire ranger The opening looked out upon a ledge 
and gentleman. At a point one mile of rock that sloped toward the water 
from the western end the lake widened and made a landing place, 
into a beautiful sheet of water, with a We were now in the real wilds, only 


the little settlement three miles away 
being left to remind us of civilization. 
Of the woods to the north and east 
little was known, except that they ex- 
tended immense distances. We did not 
even know our own island, and, in fact, 
we never undertook to explore it, so 
thick was the timber and underbrush. 
That night the least rustle or snap of 
a twig started our imaginations to 
work. The cries of the loons, like those 
of a frightened child, were blood- 
curdling at first hearing and it was hard 
to overcome the impression that numer- 
ous murders were being committed 
all around us. Yet it was not long be- 
fore we began to feel the friendliness 
of the wilderness at night, a feeling of 
security quite unexpected, the meaning 
of which can be realized only by those 
who have spent a considerable time in 
the forest. 

A day or two of "putting things to 
rights" and then came a long period of 
genuine laziness, of days that were 
ruled by no routine but eating and 
sleeping. For days we saw no human 
being — we were satisfied with the tame 
squirrels and the partridges that fed 

upon our huckleberry patch. Much of 
our time we spent upon the water, of 
course. We soon became expert at 
handling our canoe, the other half of 
the family managing the bow paddle 
with quickness and dexterity. Only 
those who have tried it know the pleas- 
ures of canoeing in the sparkling lakes 
of the north. We soon knew the lake 
thoroughly, with all its snags and rocks 
— those enemies of the light canoe. The 
pleasures of discovery were also ours. 
We had heard bare mention of a lake 
somewhere to the east of us, but no- 
body seemed able to tell us anything 
definite about it. One day we found 
the outlet of a small stream clogged 
with dead trees and old logs. By dint 
of an hour's push and pull we worked 
the canoe through a half-mile of shal- 
low water and came quite unexpectedly 
upon a lake almost as large as our own. 
It was enclosed on all sides by well- 
wooded banks, and there was no sign of 
habitation. The beauty of its shores 
persuaded us to paddle around it. The 
sense of solitude pervading the spot 
was very impressive. 

Our canoe trips were sometimes va- 


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ried by tramps through the woods. In Several other starts proved useless and 
this way we found that there were six we returned to camp. A few days after- 
lakes within a radius of two miles. Of ward, armed with further information, 
course we always carried a compass, we tried again, with similar success, 
and did not venture too far from our Finally honest John Urquardt offered 
camp. We afterwards found that the his services as guide, and one bright 
year before two men had been lost morning, after a short tramp, we threw 
nearly a week in this region and had out from the bank of a very pretty little 
succeeded in reaching a settlement only lake some baited hooks and sat down 
after a hard tussle with hunger and to await developments. None came, 
exhaustion. Our guide remembered that there was 

As fresh meat was not easily ob- a roughly improvised raft on the lake 
tained, fishing became a necessity as which was found after some search, 
well as a pleasure. It was some time By agile skipping from one tippy side 
before we found the haunts of the black to another we managed to propel the 
bass, but once found they yielded us craft, by means of poles, into deep 
some very fair meals. An hour's troll, or water, where we tried again. Our sue- 
still fishing, after supper would usually cess was ineffable. We abandoned the 
earn us a breakfast. But fishing in lake and slunk home. We found it 
Rainy Lake did not prove exciting and always thus. The fish are always in 
we decided upon an expedition to a the lake further on. We came to 
lake to the north of which we had recognize the signs. "No, there is no 
heard entrancing fish-tales. It was our fishing here, but you go up to Smith 
first step into the depth of the woods, Lake, two miles north of here, and you 
for the forest stretched north of us to will get all the pickerel and bass you 
Hudson Bay. We were told in much can carry." Arrived on the spot, and 
detail how to find the trail: "So plain having put in a biteless day, the soli- 
that you can't possibly miss it." It tary inhabitant starts in: "Well, you 
led off from a logging camp on the see, there used to be fish here, but, I 
shore of the lake. This we found tell you, if you want some exciting fish- 
without difficulty, tarrying a short time ing, there is a lake " and you are 

to look into a few of the ill-smelling off, leaving him scratching his head, 
buildings. The sleeping hut, with its A month of fishing, paddling, tramp- 
row of stalls still filled with the straw ing and "lazing" saw us ready for a 
left by the sleepers of the past winter, change of scene, ^and we decided to 
was a disagreeable reminder of the move down to Cache Lake, where the 
filth that breeds the scourge of the headquarters of the park superintendent 
lumber-camp — small-pox. are situated. After a continued rain 

We soon found what we supposed of several days the morning we had 
was the trail, but we found it anything appointed for departure dawned with 
but plain. The glimpse of light far fair promise. We arose very early as 
in the distance suggested wildcats we had to pack our duffle, paddle three 
and reminded us that our only weapon miles to the settlement, and then trans- 
of defense was a broken camp ax. We port by land to the station. Taking 
found later that this was a cat, too, good care to burn our rubbish, as every 
but not so very wild, having been left good camper should, we started down 
by the lumbermen to earn its own the lake, our canoe loaded to the gun- 
livelihood during the summer. After wale with ourselves and belongings, 
walking two or more miles after a lake Even the need of exercising extreme 
said to be one mile distant, and that, care to prevent a spill did not deter 
too, over ground that was an alternation us from taking advantage of a stiff 
of boggy holes and bushes and brambles breeze that had sprung up by hoisting 
as high as our heads, we turned back, an umbrella for a sail. With this aid 



we fairly flew down the lake and it 
was well that we did so while we could, 
for. with a mile yet to go, we found 
the channel choked with logs and held 
in with the usual booms. There were 
said to be ten thousand logs in the lake, 
and one can infer that these made a 
formidable barrier when gathered in 
a compact mass. We found the chain 
holding the middle logs of the boom, 
and after ten minutes' work succeeded 
in loosening it sufficiently to admit the 
canoe. Our attempt to tighten the chain 
again, in order to hold the logs in place, 
was unsuccessful, and, doubtless, the 
air was fragrant with profanity when 
the lumbermen discovered the leak. 
Once within, we were not much better 
off than before, inasmuch as innumer- 
able closely-packed logs intervened 
between us and our destination. By 
dint of steering for the open spots, by 
pushing and pulling in rapid alterna- 
tion, aided by quick turns to avoid 
crushing, we made some progress. Two 
more booms delayed us still longer, and 
when we finally reached the settlement 
it was well on toward train time. About 
six trips with good loads found us just 
on time, and we staggered into the car, 
one of us bulging on both sides with 
enormous bundles, the other with a 
bursting package of food-stuff in one 
hand and trying to balance a large 
bottle of pickles in the other. We fell 
into a seat in an exhausted heap, a 
spectacle much enjoyed by the passen- 

The country through which we 
passed was a succession of lakes and 
alternate stretches of live and burnt 
timber. A feature of the line is the 
number of wooden trestles that are 
built across the bays and inlets. 

From the station Cache Lake looked 
like a small pond. "Cache" is French 
for "concealed," and the lake was well 
named, for from no part of it could 
one see more than a third of its sur- 
face. We were welcomed by the super- 
intendent and his household with gen- 
uine Canadian hospitality and per- 
suaded to stay to dinner- We listened 

with interest to tales of the region and 
the experiences of the "rangers," and 
were shown many interesting trophies. 

There were other campers on this 
lake, and we found that all but one or 
two camp sites were occupied. Our new 
friends conducted us to a spot located 
at the mouth of a small stream called 
the Uladawska, where we set up camp 
on the top of a bluff. The frequent 
strenuous hill-climbing that this neces- 
sitated soon induced us to move to a 
better site on the east end of the lake, 
about two miles from headquarters. 

Deer were numerous in this region. 
They first made their presence known 
to us by night. We were awakened 
on one occasion by the "blowing" of 
one that seemed to be examining the 
nature of our tent. He soon took fright 
and we heard him go off snorting. 
Often in our tramps we came upon them 
unexpectedly, and it was an amusing 
sight to watch them scamper through 
the underbrush, "flags" up. Bass fish- 
ing we found good, but trout fishing 
better. There seemed to be but one 
spot in the lake where the salmon trout 
could be caught, but the supply seemed 
inexhaustible. Few days passed with- 
out from one to a half-dozen campers 
casting anchor at the grounds. The 
weights varied from one and a half 
to eight pounds. In mid-summer these 
fish seek the bottom of the lake where 
the water remains cold. A hook and 
minnow dropped down twenty, thirty 
or forty feet brings up fish that are 
ice-cold to the touch. Their gaminess 
is not to be despised, but if hooked 
sufficiently to bring to the surface, one 
can usually get them in. 

It is from Cache Lake that many of 
the canoe trips through the series of 
park lakes start. Guides can be se- 
cured at headquarters. The superin- 
tendent issues fishing and camping 
licenses. The portages are seldom more 
than a half-mile in length, and often 
but a few rods. Probably no finer 
canoe trip can be found on the conti- 
nent than through these magnificem 
lakes of the Laurentian mountains. 









Our second camp was on a rather 
exposed point, and in the tempestuous 
weather that followed we were often 
kept in by rain and wind, which made 
camp life a bit irksome, though the 
necessities of living kept us fairly busy. 
A succession of windy days prevented 
launching our canoe. Such was the 
violence of the wind that on one oc- 
casion, having hauled it well up on 
the shore for safety, it was caught in 
a gust and hurled with such force into 
the lake that it sank and half filled 
with water. Fortunately its sinking 
prevented it from being blown out in- 
to the lake, and we recovered it after 
a hard struggle with wind and water. 

Our second month of camp life 
passed quickly, and the first of Sep- 
tember saw us ready for home. We dis- 
tributed what remained of our duffle 
to the natives, and, by a lucky chance, 
sold our canoe for a good sum. Our 
outdoor life had hardened us, and our 

refreshment of mind and body repaid 
us for the few discomforts. In fact, 
the ease with which we found that we 
could dispense with many of the so- 
called necessities of life was a source 
of surprise to ourselves, and two months 
of such life was no uncertain test. As 
for expense, we found that the total 
amount we expended, including car- 
fare from and to Ohio, our canoe, tent, 
entire outfit and provisions, was con- 
siderably less than our ordinary ex- 
penses would have been had we re- 
mained at home. 

We were indeed a shabbily-clothed 
couple as we stepped off the car at 
Toronto, and this fact, combined with 
our tanned faces, seemed to mark us 
as objects of extreme interest. A new 
wardrobe apiece restored us to the repu- 
table class, but the sunburn remained 
for many a day to remind us that we 
were initiated devotees of the wild 








OGS, much all else, 
depend largely on 
- Dame Fashion for 
popularity, and be it 
said to her lady- 
ship's shame, merit 
seldom enters into 
the least of her cal- 
culations. For once, however, she 
seems to have called common sense into 
c< msultation, and in placing the seal of 
her approval upon the Airedale terrier 
she simply gives credit where due. If 
ever there was a paragon in dogdom 
that paragon is certainly the Airedale. 

This dog had established an enviable 
reputation in England before it began 
to attract the attention of our fanciers. 
Though it has now belonged to> a dis- 
tinct breed for nearly fifty years it did 
not make its appearance in America un- 
til late in the nineties. A few speci- 
mens were then bought, simply because 
the breed was fashionable abroad, and 
the purchasers suffered somewhat of a 
shock when they first saw their new and 
costly pets. Airedales are not prepos- 
sessing, at first sight, and appreciation 
of their beauty often comes only with 
time, and familiarity with their good 

Personally, I confess that I took to 
them right away. The well-poised 
head, so haughty and thoroughbred ; 
the sturdy body, so clean and symmet- 
rical ; the great, yellow eyes, so full of 
honesty and intelligence, and the proud 
carriage, speaking so loud of character 
and strength, made me overlook com- 
pletely the ugly color and the rough- 
ness of their coat. 

I once asked a charming New York 
woman who kept a large kennel of 
Airedales what made her choose such 
ugly brutes. 

"Why, their very ugliness," she said 
promptly, "it is so beautiful and aristo- 

cratic." And she was right; their ugli- 
ness is both beautiful and aristocratic. 

After the introduction of the first 
Airedales, tales of their wonderful 
achievements soon began to circulate, 
and some of our leading sportsmen 
took the trouble to investigate their 
truth. As a result, England was 
searched from end to end for the best 
blood that could be had, several ken- 
nels took to breeding from it, and the 
Airedale became solidly established in 
this country. 

I will not attempt in this article to 
trace the origin of the Airedale ; others 
have tried it without shedding much 
light on the subject, and I intend to 
touch only on those points that may be 
of practical value to the dog lover- In 
other words, to show in what the Aire- 
dale has, and can be, used. Neverthe- 
less, for those who wish to> know its 
provinience, I will say that about sev- 
enty or eighty years ago the York- 
shire sportsmen, who are extremely 
fond of shooting and hunting, but don't 
often have the means of carrying a 
large kennel, set upon the task of de- 
veloping a working dog, capable of be- 
ing trained to any kind of game. 

In this endeavor many species were 
crossed and intercrossed, experiment- 
ally, until two satisfactory varieties, the 
"working" and "waterside" terriers, be- 
came recognized breeds. From these 
eventually evolved the Airedale, named 
so because found principally along the 
valley of the Aire. 

Prominent writers on the subject as- 
sert that these dogs have in their blood 
strains of the otterhound, Scotch, Irish, 
Bedlington and bull-terrier. The list I 
think rather incomplete. Reliable train- 
ers have reported several cases of pedi- 
greed Airedales who pointed steadily 
without being taught to, and this trait 
not one of the above breeds possesses. 




Darwin's theory of natural selection 
and adaptation might explain this, but 
it is more probable that the peculiarity 
was due to either pointer or setter an- 

The type of Airedale has been con- 
siderably improved since its importa- 
tion into America, and some of the 

wiry. Color, tan for the head, ears and 
legs ; grizzly or black on back. 

To mention the good qualities of this 
remarkable breed would be to enumer- 
ate those of almost every other. 

As a watch-dog, companion and pro- 
tector the Airedale has no peer. Keen, 
peaceable, powerful and fearless, he 


bench exhibits of to-day may well lay 
claim to beauty. Good stock is at a 
premium, and fancy prices are paid for 
the best types. As much as three thou- 
sand dollars has been paid for a full- 
grown dog and seven hundred and fifty 
dollars for a six-months' puppy. 

The American standard calls for a 
weight of forty to forty-five pounds for 
a dog and a little less for a bitch. The 
head must be long, with flat skull nar- 
rowing slightly to the eyes and free 
from wrinkle. Jaw, deep, powerful and 
without choppiness- Lips, tight against 
the teeth. Nose, black. Teeth, meeting 
squarely. Ears, V-shaped, flat against 
the head, and small. Eyes, dark, small, 
and full of expression. Tail, short, 
straight and clean-cut. Coat, hard and 

never seeks a fight, nor does he indulge 
in the annoying growling and snapping 
that is so characteristic of terriers. On 
the other hand, let anyone attack him, 
or encroach on his or his master's 
rights and he becomes a regular de- 
mon. Woe to the man or beast who 
provokes the Airedale's ire. He will 
live to regret it. 

A well-known Englishman, who has 
fought many Airedales in the pit, is au- 
thority for the statement that they will 
lick more bull-terriers than bull-terriers 
will lick them- 

The writer had a chance recently to 
realize the probable truth of this asser- 
tion while visiting a large country 
place on the Hudson. The owner was 
doing the honors, escorted by a pair of 



Airedales, when suddenly a huge St. 
Bernard and a snarling- collie appeared 
on the boundary wall. The Airedales 
looked Up sharply at the first hark of 
the intruders and then quietly resumed 
their quest for moles. Emboldened by 
their seeming- indifference the collie led 

much fuss made over him. His mas- 
ter, having to return to town in a hurry, 
asked his neighbors to keep the dog 
during his absence, and they gladly 
agreed to. When evening came Master 
Dick took Dutch leave from his friends 
and returned home. He was followed, 


a flying attack on us, followed by the 
St. Bernard, but before either could 
reach us there was an angry growl, 
something brown shot by us, and in less 
time than it takes to tell our assailants 
were on their backs, helpless, while the 
Airedales stood over them threatening- 
ly. At a word from my host they 
promptly went to heel, but the look in 
their eyes told that they were ready to 
meet all emergencies. 

The intelligence displayed by Aire- 
dales is at times remarkable. One of 
them was owned by a Boston lawyer 
who spends his summer camping on 
Lake Asquam. He was a sociable dog, 
and often called at a neighboring camp, 
where dainties were given him and 

and he met the vistors half way, show- 
ing every sign of delight, so they 
thought they would see that everything 
was in order at the camp left in their 
care and then go back. To every one's 
surprise, Dick, seeing their direction, 
hurriedly preceded them, and, mount- 
ing the veranda steps, barred their way, 
growling ominously. They backed out 
and immediately the dog became friend- 
ly, but the minute they set foot on the 
steps an ugly and decided opposition 
met them- They had to return without 
visiting the camp, and Dick mounted 
guard all night, going over for his meal 
the next day as if knowing exactly what 
his duties should be. 

This unusual intelligence, of which 


new phases are noticed every day, has From the wildest of big game to the 

recommended the Airedale to several smallest of birds there is not a living 

of the armies in Europe who are now being that he cannot be taught to hunt, 

experimenting on them for messenger He will point and retrieve birds on flat, 

and war-dogs. Germany, being con- in mountain or in marsh ; will follow 

vinced of their worth, has already any trail on land or water, be it otter, 

adopted them for military service. mink, musk-rat, deer, caribou or 

As a water-dog the Airedale equals moose ; run rabbit, fox or wolf ; fight 

any breed in existence, and apart from anything from a hedgehog to a bear, 

the sporting "value which this gives to and, in other words, fill the place of 

it, it has in many instances been the every dog on earth, 

means of saving life. The following As I write I have before me four 

extract from an article in the Boston letters from owners of Airedales, one 

Herald, of September 6, 1905, speaks from Italy, one from England and two 

for itself : from the United States. All speak high- 

"From the beach could be seen four ly of the dog's sporting qualities, and 
heads bobbing up and down a quarter show his versatility under most varying 
of a mile from shore, while an excited conditions. The one from Italy, writ- 
Airedale was ploughing its way toward ten by Giuseppe Airdoli, one of Rome's 
them. leading gunners, says that the writer's 

" 'Betsy always swims out to meet "Flick/' an English Airedale, has been 

us,' said the captain- 'She's a great wa- tried on quail, snipe and woodcock, and 

ter dog. She has already saved two peo- found equal to the famous bracchi (It- 

ple from drowning, and as you may alian pointers) of the Airoldi kennels, 

have noticed this morning, she invari- The English letter is from a gentleman 

ably patrols the beach. Let a man sink farmer in Monmouth, George Smith, 

out of sight for a moment and she's by who hunts otter a great deal, and says 

him in a jiffy, ready for another rescue, he has found the Airedale quite as sat- 

Her intelligence is quite human." is factory as the very otter hound. Of 

Another clog, owned by a Cornish the two American letters, one is from 

lighthouse keeper, in England, is well a sheep rancher in Idaho, and says that 

known for his marvelous rescues. some Airedales kept on the ranch are 

In 1903 I had an experience myself, of great help in fighting the abounding 
While crossing a swollen stream in the wolves, as well as in coralling the 
Adirondacks over a log bridge one of sheep. The other is from a rice farmer 
my deerhounds, a little bitch in whelp, in Southern Texas, who affirms that 
lost her footing and precipitated into four Airedales trained by him will track 
the torrent below. I had with me a deer and pig (havali), point snipe and 
splendid five-year-old Airedale, and prairie chicken, retrieve faultlessly, and 
turned to call him, but before I had with it all, guard the house against in- 
time to, he made a dash for the bank, truders. 

sprang into the water and caught hold Dr. W. D- Hennen, who breeds Aire- 

of the hound. The intelligence and in- dales extensively, and now has some 

genuity displayed in bringing to shore splendid specimens out of champion 

the heavy burden over slippery rocks, stock, tells me that during the time his 

fallen trees and precipitous banks was dogs are at his country seat, at Noro- 

more than human. ton, Conn., hardly a day goes bv but 

A thousand episodes of this kind what they hunt the neighborhood and 

could be told. return with rabbits, woodchucks, squir- 

Going on to enumerate the attributes rels, musk-rats or minks, 

of our paragon we come to the Aire- Recent experiments have proved the 

dale's "raison d'etre'' viz.: his hunting Airedale a splendid pack-dog for the 

qualities. In this respect he is a wizard, frozen North. He is insensible to 



colli, cats sparingly, is fast, peaceable 
and clever, and will forage for himself 
in time of inaction. 

Mr. C. P. Hubbard, of Atlantic, la., 
whose kennels of Airedales have no su- 
perior in America, tells some remarkable 
tales of his dogs in this respect. On a 
trip through the Rockies, which he took 
last year with pack and outfit, he was 
caught by heavy snows and ran out of 
victuals. He had with him his two 
champion Airedales, "Punch" and 
"Judy," and a thoroughbred setter- No 
sooner was their food cut down than 
the two former began to forage on their 
own hook, and not only did they catch 
enough rabbits and woodchucks to sus- 
tain themselves, but there was enough 
left over to feed the setter, who, not 
drawing any ration from camp, would 
undoubtedly have died of starvation but 
for this timely help- 
Mr. Hubbard has hunted "Punch" 
and "Judy" in the Wyoming mountains 

and shot over them mountain lion, bear, 
lynx and deer. He is convinced that no 
other breed can touch them when it 
comes to hunting. 

As house-dogs, Airedales are to be 
highly recommended. They make splen- 
did guardians, are clean, gentle, affec- 
tionate, faithful and perfectly safe for 
children. A better-tempered dog is not 
known. Then again their terrier pro- 
clivities make them great rat and ver- 
min exterminators, which is a quality 
not to be despised. 

Volumes might be written about the 
great usefulness of this valuable breed. 
Every owner can relate a long list of 
feats performed by his dogs. The great 
increase in the number of American 
Airedales shows that their merits are 
being recognized, and their march to- 
ward popular favor is continuing stead- 
ily. It is safe to predict that in a few 
years the Airedale will be one of the 
most-used dogs in this country. 



By J. C. ABEL 

T was undoubtedly 
Billy's fault. 

I am not a good 
sailor. I hate the 
water a trifle worse 
every time I have to 
go on it, but Billy 
was insistent and 
promised me immunity from heavy 
seas, anyway, and so I yielded. 

Billy has a motor-boat, one of those 
contraptions which a few years back 
used to be called gasolene launches, but 
which, with the coming of the automo- 
bile, got proud and wanted a more mod- 
ern name to accord with their more 
modern fittings. Anyway, Billy has a 
motor-boat. He's only had it a few 
months, but the absurd way he ever- 
lastingly talks about it would sicken 
you. It is crank this and spark that and 
compression t'other all the time, and 
you'd think that he was a chief engineer 
at the very least as he glibly rolls off 
the mechanics of marine engines and 
boasts of the speed of his old cruiser. 
I don't understand the first thing about 
it myself, but that does not fease Billy, 
who would talk motor-boat to the brick 
walls if there were no one to listen to 

All the early Summer Billy had spent 
his Saturday afternoons and Sundays 
tuning her up, as he called it, but I had 
declined his invitations to go on his "lit- 

tle runs'' with more force than polite- 
ness, so just how I came to accept his 
offer to go for a week's cruise with him 
I am unable to say. He must have got 
hold of me in a weak moment when I 
was too dazed with his descriptions of 
flywheels and oil caps and other things 
to make a proper resistance. 

We made vigorous preparations for 
a couple of weeks ahead. The boat was 
what he called a cabin cruiser, with a 
length of forty feet and a width of eight 
feet six inches and an engine develop- 
ing some 12 horse-power, which, ac- 
cording to Billy, was sufficient to push 
her along at a speed of something like 
twelve miles an hour. I never was 
particularly good at gauging speed, 
even when riding a bicycle, so I had to 
take Billy's word on this, as in most 
other things, concerning that blessed 
trip. About three-quarters of the boat 
was given up to the cabin, which was 
really handsomely fixed up, and made 
as cozy a sleeping place by night and 
living room by day as you could wish 
for. The long, seats round the sides of 
the cabin developed into bunks for 
beds ; cushions there were in plenty. 

A regular ship's clock and compass 
were provided, and what with electric 
lights overhead, plush carpet, and the 
cozy green plush cushions with the 
really perfect finish of the woodwork in 
the cabin, we were housed regally. 


By H. H. Russell 

We did not stack up very heavily on 
provisions, for we proposed running 
into a harbor every night, so that we 
could land and forage whenever we 
needed to replenish the galley. I had 
always done a little boasting myself 
about how I could cook a steak, and 
poach an egg, so Billy appointed me 
chief cook, as he said he would have 
enough to do steering the boat and 
cranking the engine. I forgot to men- 
tion that there were three of us in the 
party, but the other hardly counted, for 
he was only a terrier with an abnormal 
bump of curiosity. We were to start 
Saturday morning early. Our plan was 
to run up the Sound by slow stages 
along the New York and Connecticut 
shore, then cut across and come down 
the whole length of Long Island. Ac- 
cording to our calculations this would 
give us ample loafing time in some of 
the beautiful little bays along the route, 
and besides Billy had promised to call 
for a party of friends on the way back 
and take them for a day's cruise. 

We got off early on Saturday morn- 

ing as per schedule with everything in 
shape except the condensed milk, which 
we forgot. Billy had filled up with 
fifty gallons of gasolene the day before 
and had put the engine in first-class 
working order. That is, he said he had, 
but he must have gotten something 
twisted, for it was quite a while before 
he could get the flywheel to run smooth- 
ly, and it was only after much bad lan- 
guage on his part and much jeering 
from me that he discovered that he had 
turned on the gasolene at the engine, 
but had altogether forgotten to turn it 
on forward at the tank; thus he had 
obtained three or four explosions and 
the machine had stopped dead. After 
testing the spark and looking over the 
wiring Billy next turned to the float in 
the carburetor and found that he could 
not reach it, so then, going forward, he 
opened the gasolene cock and the float 
came up in a short time and with one 
further turn of the flywheel we were 
off. This is how Billy explained it to 
me and I'll take his word for it. 

I had been kind of scary of going 




round the Battery and under Brooklyn 
Bridge. I remembered how big the 
waves looked sometimes from the deck 
of the ferryboat, and, as I have re- 
marked previously, I am not a good 
sailor. But the bay was as calm as the 
proverbial millpond that morning, and 
we headed up the Sound at a good ten- 
mile-an-hour clip, past Blackwell's, and 
had Whitestone abeam before I realized 
that we were fairly off. It was here 
that I got into my first 
trouble. Those poached 
eggs did it, and after 
that we always had our 
eggs boiled. 

The first night on 
board — we had run in- 
to a small harbor — was 
a new sensation. The 
gentle motion of the 
boat and the soothing 
lap, lap of the wavelets 
against the sides acted 
like a sleeping draught. 
We got sleepy early, 
and I had just dozed 
off when Billy wok^ 
me with a shout that he 
had "forgotten to hang 
out his lights. It was 
fairly dark that night, 

and Billy was only just in time, for 
as he swung out his stern light, a 
hoarse voice broke out alarmingly 
near, telling us we were all kinds of 

d fools and asking if we were 

hankering to be run down. We gen- 
erally hung out our lights before the 
sun went down after that. 

We fooled along up the Sound, 
occasionally laying to and dropping 
a line for a chance fish, but once 
inshore, we got into quite a mess. 
We had dropped our anchor about 
the middle of the day, but when we 
started the engine up we forgot about 
the anchor, and, of course, the boat 
ran upon it and fouled the propeller. 
Somehow or other the rope got 
twisted round the propeller and our 
united efforts at pulling on it pretty 
nearly succeeded in breaking our 
backs. We jumped off into the tender 
to see what was up, and it took us quite 
an hour to cut the rope off, for we 
could not untwist it. Billy, who had 
hold of the end holding the anchor, 
must needs let go as soon as the rope 
was cut and had to dive in after it, for 
we needed that anchor badly. We had 
two with us, but from various little oc- 
currences on the way I was not quite 
so trustful of Billy as before, and I 






resolutely refused to go on without 
both anchors. 

I was beginning to work up quite an 
enthusiasm for motor-boating* by this 
time, and was learning how to run the 
boat myself as fast as Billy could teach 

connecting rod we ran into Bridge- 
port harbor on one cylinder and man- 
aged to get a new connecting rod fitted 
at a machine shop. It cost us a few 
dollars, but Billy made me pay half, as 
he claimed I was as much responsible 



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me. Sailing may be good sport, but 
when there is a breeze there is too much 
motion for me, and when there is no 
breeze you get stuck miles away from 
anywhere, but in a motor-boat you are 
independent of breeze, and, provided 
your gasolene holds out, you can get 
anywhere. Only once did we have any 
real trouble with the engine, and that 
was when we were going along at 
pretty near full gait, and suddenly one 
of the connecting rods let go and be- 
gan threshing around in the base like a 
flail. I thought it would go through the 
bottom of the boat and that we should 
have to swim ashore, but Billy, who 
was in the cabin at the steering wheel, 
jumped aft and managed to stop the 
engine before any serious damage had 
been done. After tying up the broken 

for the accident as he was, and that was 
not at all. Billy's awful mean in some 
things, but it was his boat and he was 
captain, so I did what I was told. 

The run across the Sound from the 
Connecticut shore to the top of Long- 
Island kept us on the lookout. It was 
getting late when we started, and we 
had to cross the tracks of the Sound 
steamers. We passed within call of two 
or three of them, and Billy tried to 
scare me by running into their wakes, 
so as to make our boat jump up and 
down in a way that made our dishes 

We got clear across without acci- 
dent, however, and then began our 
homeward trip, putting into a number 
of those beautiful little harbors along 
the coast. We fouled our propeller in 



a bed of eel-grass in Port Jefferson, 
where we put in for a day's rest, and 
had to work for half an hour getting 
the blessed thing clear. Port Jefferson 
was our last step on the way home, and 
Billy met his friends there and took 
them out for a spin. We proposed to 
make the sixty-mile run to Long Island 
City the following- day, Sunday, and I 
hoped for hue weather, but as ill-luck 
would have it, the sky looked anything 
but promising, and we started out of 
the harbor with quite a little sea run- 

ning. 1 had got used to the motion of 
the boat, however, by that time, and 
did not mind it, as I had enough to do 
helping Billy manage the boat. But 
when we got in sight of little old New 
York again I knew that I was sorry to 
be nearing home. We had a rattling 
good time, fine weather, little to do but 
loaf around and smoke, and swap tales, 
and Billy had converted me into a con- 
firmed motor-boater. I've just bought 
a 2 1 -foot boat for myself and that's why 
it is undoubtedly Billy's fault. 



Spring's ccmin', sap's runnin', 
Robin's sparkin', chipmunk's larkin'. 
Man, I'm glad! 
It's Spring. 

Fields greenin', sun shinin', 
Buds shootin', bees lootin'. 
Man, I'm glad! 
It's Spring. 

Woodchuck airin', red squirrel starin', 
Buckets fillin', sap spillin'. 
Man, I'm glad! 
It's Spring. 







HERE are few, if 
any, of the States of 
the Union that have 
such a diversity of 
game as California. 
There is, however, 
one of the game 
birds dear to all 
sportsmen found in the East and Middle 
West that California has not ; the ele- 
gant and gamy prairie chicken ( Tympa- 
nuchus americanus). Why this bird 
does not thrive here I do not know. 
Many attempts have been made to intro- 
duce it, but without success. The same 
may be said of the Eastern quail, the 
plump and saucy Bob White. The Cali- 
fornia quail, valley quail as it is called 
here, is an attractive little creature, not 
so large and "chesty" as the Bob 
White, built on somewhat more slender 
lines and of a faintly bluish tint. Its 
head is ornamented with a plume-like 
top-knot of about an inch in length. 
There is no daintier, pretty bird. All 
the pictures I have ever seen represent 
this top-knot as standing upright. As 
a matter of fact, when the bird is quiet 
it falls forward over the bill, floating 
backward during flight- It is capable, 
however, of erection when excited 

or alarmed. Its call has not the clear- 
cut, decided tones of the Bob White, 
and sounds somewhat like the words- 
"Look out, there; look out, there," in 
as pure contralto voice as perhaps a 
bird ever has. 

Any one who has ever hunted this 
little fellow will bear witness to his 
gamy qualities. He is, in my opinion, 
a much more difficult bird to kill than 
his Eastern cousin. His flight is fully 
as rapid, and his skill in putting shel- 
ter between himself and the hunter 
cannot be excelled. These quails often 
pass the night in trees, which, I think, 
the Eastern quail does not. 

When disturbed their flight is some- 
what startling to the novice. When 
they alight they often run at right 
angles to their line of flight. In thick- 
ly-settled parts of the country they are 
found in small flocks, often in vine- 
yards and along streams where there 
is sufficient cover. In the foot hills, 
however, they gather in flocks num- 
bering hundreds, mostly along water 
courses and near springs. This is true 
particularly in the Mount Diablo and 
coast range proper, where large num- 
bers of them are killed every year by 
the market hunters, in spite of the law 




limiting" the number to be killed in any- 
one day to twenty-five. This will al- 
ways be the case until a law is passed 
stopping the sale of game entirely. The 
large number of tourists create such 
a demand for game at the hotels and 
restaurants that there will always be 

the facts are as T have related. There 
seems to be something like poetic jus- 
tice in these gentlemen dining sumptu- 
ously on Billy Owl inasmuch as they 
and those like them are the chief en- 
couragers of violation of the game law. 
The mountain quail so called is 


Photo by Charles W. Hardman 

men willing to take chances of arrest. 
A short time since an industrious game 
warden in San Francisco discovered at 
the depot a sack of birds directed to 
one of the first-class restaurants of 
that city- Visions of quail out of sea- 
son, with all the credit of discovery, 
together with the accompanying se- 
quel of division of fines, were his. What 
was his surprise, however, on examina- 
tion, to find twelve plump little Billy 
Owls. The matter was investigated, 
and the shipper testified that he had 
been supplying the restaurant for some 
months past, and that these delicacies 
had been dished up to the patrons as 
quail. How the aforesaid patrons felt 
over the discovery I do not know, but 

found mostly in the foot hills and on 
the mountain sides. It is larger than 
the valley quail and not found in so 
large flocks. While the valley quail ia 
often found in great numbers in the 
foot hills the mountain quail is never 
found in the lowlands. It is larger 
than the quail of the valley, and is 
near the Eastern quail in color. It is, 
however, hunted but little in compari- 
son with its cousin of the valley. 

The waterfowl of this State are as 
varied as perhaps in any State in the 
Union. An effort has been made to 
prevent spring shooting, but so far 
without avail, as the game dealers fight 
against all such legislation. If a law 
were passed preventing the sale of 



^aiiic entirely legislation against spring 
shooting would easily follow. During 
the fall and winter months ducks and 
geese are killed in almost any part of 
the State where there is water. Along 
the marshes and offshoots from the 
bay about Stockton and Sacramento 
are the best hunting grounds in the 
State- But almost anywhere in the in- 
terior modest bags may be made on 
the smaller ponds and lakes. Many 
of the interior bodies of water have 
much diminished in size during the last 
few years, as the water is used more 
and more for irrigating purposes. Lake 
Tulare, for example, some years ago 
was a large and beautiful body of wa- 
ter over which steamers ran, but now 
it is almost dried up, and large 
fields of wheat are growing on ground 
once covered by water ; but even yet, 
during the rainy season, large num- 
bers of geese and ducks are annually 
killed there. 

Of the ducks, of course here, as 
elsewhere, the Canvasback and Mal- 
lard take the lead. But the Red- 
head and the Widgeon, and a host of 
others, are found in all the waters of 
the State. They come down from the 
northern counties in great numbers as 
soon as the rainy season commences. 

Some of the wheat fields are greatly 
damaged each year by large flocks of 
geese and the owners are compelled 
even now to have their fields patrolled, 
but as these large fields are becoming 
divided into smaller holdings this state 
of things is passing away. 

Just as soon as the law permitted this 
fall three friends and myself went for 
a two days' hunt at Summit Lake, a 
small body of water in Fresno and 
Kings counties, about the centre of the 
State. We arrived at our destination 
shortly before sundown and made a 
short tour of investigation to look over 
the ground for the morrow's sport. 
We slipped quietly through a patch of 
tules (large rushes often to the height 
of twenty feet) and as we suddenly 
came in sight of a small pond we saw 
a sight that would gladden the eyes 

of any hunter. The little pond was 
literally covered with ducks of almost 
all kinds, while on the bank close to 
the water stood a large flock of geese. 
Off to the right a short distance was 
a dead tree on which were perched 
twelve large white cranes. The evening 
sun shining on their brilliant white 
plumage made a beautiful picture ; to 
complete the scene, in a small pond near 
by in a solitary state was a large peli- 
can smoothing his feathers with his 
great bill. Altogether it was the most 
beautiful picture of wild bird life that 
I had ever seen. I tried hard to get a 
picture, but could not. 

Pelicans as well as swans, both black 
and white, are often found in the dif- 
ferent inland waters of the State. On 
Lake Buena Vista, in Kern county, 
great flocks of these large and beautiful 
birds are seen every season. Thus 
hastily and imperfectly I have men- 
tioned the principal birds of the low- 
lands. In the mountains, principally in 
the Sierras, mountain quail, different 
kinds of grouse, Ptarmigan and the so- 
called fool hen are found in more or 
less abundance. These birds are killed 
more or less incidentally while hunting 
for larger game. Few if any hunters 
go to the mountains especially to hunt 
them, and yet in many places they, each 
in its own way, furnish good sport at 
least and variety to one's trip. 

Of larger game of the State much 
has been written and much that is con- 
tradictory and untrue. The blacktail 
deer is the only deer of importance 
now found in the State. I am sure the 
mule deer proper of the Rocky Moun- 
tains is not found in California, and I 
do not think it ever was. Of course 
the blacktail is not nearly so plentiful 
as a few years ago, but there is no great 
difficulty in getting the legal limit of 
two bucks in a season. They are more 
plentiful in the Sierras than elsewhere 
but they can be found in many other 
places. For one coming from the East, 
perhaps Mendocino county is as easy of 
access as any of the places where deer 
can be found, and as I said no great 



difficulty in killing all the present law 
allows need be feared. This is one of 
the coast counties and is not far from 
San Francisco, and can be reached 
either by rail or steamer from the city. 
In the eastern range of mountains one 
finds here and there small open places 
called meadows, and in these grassy 
spots deer feed- While feeding they 
keep a sharp outlook for danger, and 
one is compelled to use the greatest 
care to get in range. While lying 
down, however, they will often lie close 
and allow one to get almost on to them, 

the middle of the day, when it gets 
still warmer, they often lay down in 
the chaparral on the crest of ridges, 
where, if undisturbed, they will remain 
until driven out by thirst or until feed- 
ing time comes round again. 

Antelope are now protected by law 
at all times in this State, and there are 
very few of them left. They remain 
upon the open plains exclusively. A 
few years ago they could be found in 
large numbers in California and great 
sport was had by the earlier settlers 
chasing them with hounds, but like 


and then suddenly run off like rabbits. 
Deer often have a particular place to 
drink and will sometimes go quite a 
distance to get to the place at which 
they are accustomed to drinking, rather 
than drink at a strange place. It is no- 
ticeably true that a deer will aproach 
a new feeding place with no more than 
ordinary caution, but not so a new 
drinking place. It is as if they recog- 
nized the greater danger at drinking 
places. Like most animals deer like 
the warmth of the sun, and after cold 
nights they can be found sunning them- 
selves on the warm sides of gulches 
and canons after they have fed. Their 
feeding time is usually quite early in 
the morning, often before sun up. In 

many other beautiful animals of the 
United States they are almost exter- 

Bear are still found here, but in 
greatly diminished numbers. The tales 
told by the old hunters of the great 
numbers found in the early days seem 
almost incredible, but there is no doubt 
that they were very plentiful. The 
greatest interest centres about the king 
of all animals on this continent — the 
huge and ferocious grizzly. I think 
but few realize the great size of this 
really monstrous animal, in spite of 
descriptions of weight and measure- 
ment, until they stand by the side of 
one recently killed and have a chance 
to handle and measure for themselves- 



There is nothing about which hunters 
of both the genuine and office-chair 
kind differ so much as the grizzly's 
ability to carry o{( lead. You will be 
told on the one hand that their tenacity 
of life is almost supernatural, an in- 
cident will he related where one has 
been shot through the brain, heart and 
lungs, through every vital spot in fact, 
and still retained enough vitality to 
make a vicious and dangerous charge, 
and perhaps to travel long distances be- 
fore death. On the other hand you will 
be told that they can be killed as easily 
as a pig and are in fact no more dan- 
gerous. The truth, no doubt, lies be- 
tween the two extremes. Where one 
can fire with great rapidity shots from 
the high power rifle of the present day 
I do not doubt that the animal would 
be promptly stopped. They are capable 
of doing great injury to their assailant 
after receiving a mortal wound. Where 
one has a choice, perhaps a well directed 
shot through the shoulders, well back, 
would be the most effective. Theoreti- 
cally, the self-loading rifle recently put 
on the market, if of sufficient power, 
would be a most efficient weapon. One 
expecting to find a grizzly now would 
be compelled to go well back in the 
Sierras. I think there are practically 
none in the coast ranges. At least one 
writer claims that the coast range was 
the original habitat of these animals. 
The silver-tip is probably a cross be- 
tween the grizzly and the cinnamon. 
As to the circumstances under which 
a bear of any kind will charge, there 
is more difference of opinion. I am in- 
clined to think the distance the animal 
is from his assailant is the greatest 

factor in the matter, although I do not 
doubt that other factors enter into it. 

The common black bear is smaller 
than either of the others mentioned, 
weighing from two hundred and fifty 
to as high as four hundred pounds ; 
they are as compared to the others 
comparatively harmless, although they 
are able and sometimes willing to put 
up a good fight. They must not be 
mistaken for the little black bear of 
the southern States, as they are much 
larger and altogether more of a bear ; 
they seem to be pretty well distributed 
through the mountainous parts of the 

A word about out-fitting. Too many 
men go into the mountains utterly un- 
prepared — which means always discom- 
fort, to say the least, and may mean 
sickness and trouble. Men who the 
year round are housed in offices, with 
little or no training, suddenly attempt 
the most violent exercise. Remember 
you cannot stand all that the old 
hunter and mountain climber can. On 
coming here from the East first make 
up your mind to what point you wish 
to go. Then go to some town some- 
where near and put in a few days in 
getting ready and obtaining all infor- 
mation possible about the place. Don't 
think every minute lost that is spent 
between the time of your arrival in the 
State and at the hunting ground. In 
many of the towns of the State a cook- 
house with teams can be hired to take 
one into the mountains as far as teams 
can go, from there you can branch 
out and not be far from your base of 
supplies and also a perfect shelter in 
case of a storm or sudden illness. 




INCE the first issue of the 
new Recreaton I have 
been a constant reader of 
that publication, and I 
look for its appearance on 
the newsstand, and devour 
every line of its contents 
before the day is over. I 
have failed to see any- 
thing from this part of 
the country for some time, 
so win endeavor to outline in brief a 
camping-out experience in Grand and 
Routt counties, Colorado, some two 
years ago. 

My companion's experience in cam- 
paigning in the woods tided us over 
many difficulties,, and I wish to say 
that, while I have been an enthusiastic 
woodlover all my life, I soon found out 
that woodcraft is a science and an art, 
of which most of us know too little. 
I had intended to spend my fall out- 
ing in the Flat Top Mountains or Gore 
Range, in Routt county, 250 miles 
cross-country from Denver, and when 
I was apprised one morning the latter 
part of August by my cousin, Matt 
Ray, that he had been chosen by a 
prospecting companv to examine into 
the mineral resources of 150 miles of 
the western slope of the Rocky Moun- 
tains, from Arapahoe Peak to the Medi- 
cine Bow Range, and that I was to ac- 
company him at a salary of $100 per 
month, I stopped my editorial on "Ir- 
rigation" on the spot and secured my 
release for a three months' trip. We at 
once begun preparations — the purchase 
of good saddle horses, a good strong 
burro for packing, a one-pole pyramid 
tent with a two-foot wall, a medium- 
sized Dutch oven (a very important 
article), and various other traps for 
such a trip. We were on the highway 
before September 1st for a 1,000 mile 
journey to last three months. 

The first day we reached Boulder 
City, thirty miles further on our jour- 
ney, and the next morning made camp 
at Caribou, a small mining town at 
the foot of the snowy range, twenty- 
two miles from Boulder. The next 
day placed us over the continental di- 
vide in a fair game and fish country, 
but we arrived too late to reconnoitre, 
so we had bacon for supper. The next 
evening found us camped on the south 
fork of the Grand River, in Grand 
county, near the source of the Grand 
or Colorado River, which enters the 
Grand Canon in Arizona and then be- 
comes a point of national interest. Here 
we managed to capture a few beauties 
from some of the deepest and darkest 
pools ; and the next day we pulled into 
Grand Lake, the largest and most pic- 
turesque sheet of water in Colorado. 
While in this neck of the woods my 
partner, Ray, took the blue ribbon, 
which he managed to keep in posses- 
sion of the remainder of the journey. 
One evening about 5 o'clock we took 
a parallel course through the jack pines 
some 200 yards apart, our destination 
being a number of small parks covered 
with swamp grass aiid about a mile 
distant from camp, where we were told 
deer were frequently seen by local 
sportsmen. On the way I was tempted 
to take a shot at a plump grouse sitting 
on a log. In the still woods at this 
time in the evening the report of my 
.40-. 82 sounded like a volley from a bat- 
tery of cannon. I was sorry after I 
shot, for I considered all hope for deer 
gone. I proceeded further some 200 
yards when I encountered fresh deer 
tracks, the animals evidently having 
been disturbed by the report of my rifle 
in shooting the grouse. I followed these 
tracks for a quarter of a mile, when, 
just before emerging into one of the 
small parks, I heard three shots from 


my partner Ray's .45-. 90 repeater in 
lightning succession. I stopped and lis- 
tened, but all was still for the space of 
ten seconds, when four more reports 
rang- out as quickly as before. My pulse 
beat fast when I heard the brittle pine 
twigs cracking nearby. 

I was standing in a small opening 
with my gun primed for a quick shot, 
as I did not know what sort of game I 
was to meet. I did not have long to 
wait, for soon out of the thicket came 
a black nose poised high in the air and 
a pair of little black eyes set in a broad 
massive head. It dawmed upon my 
mind at once that I was not prepared 
for this emergency, but I realized that 
the best thing to do was to stand my 
ground with the bear, even with my 
.40-. 82 black-powder gun. I took a 
line for his breast and pulled the trig- 
ger. Mr. Bear was so surprised that 
he turned tail and made back into the 
open park. I did not know my part- 
ner's position, but expected every sec- 
ond to hear his Winchester assert it- 
self. I stepped to the edge of the open- 
ing in time to see him taking a bead 
on Bruin as he plowed through the 
swamp grass to the opposite timber. He 
had never disappointed me before, and 
this time I was sure we would have 
bear steaks our next meal. This was 
no dream, either, for in two* seconds I 
saw the bear reel as he fired. I "came 
to" about this time and sent two balls 
after him. Ray was not asleep either, 
and by the time the bear reached the 
opposite side of the park I knew he car- 
ried a goodly quantity of lead. He tried 
to climb over a large fallen tree when 
he entered the timber, but was too 
weak and fell back. I knew he was 
gone and made toward him. Ray was 
there as soon as I. We expected to 
have some more shooting to do, but 
Bruin was all in ; he tried to respond to 
our unwelcome presence, but to no 

In going back to camp for a horse 
to bring in the game I stumbled over 
a fine buck deer lying in the grass. He 
was the result of the three shots I 

heard before the bear came upon the 
scene. On the way to camp I killed 
two more grouse. 

We considered this good work for an 
hour, and on returning to camp brought 
the burro to pack the game on, We 
couldn't get the burro within twenty 
yards of the bear, but) with much dif- 
ficulty we managed to get the deer on 
his back and reached camp in good 
season for bed. The next morning we 
pressed one of our saddle horses into 
service and landed Bruin in camp. He 
was a big cinnamon, weighing over 400 
pounds. We had planted four bullets 
in his frame, one ball from the .45-.90 
literally tearing his heart to pieces. 

In a few days we sought new coun- 
try, going fourteen miles northwest of 
Grand Lake, up Bowen Gulch, near the 
foot of Park View Mountain. Deer 
signs were plentiful, but we had suffi- 
cient meat, so we examined the geo- 
logical formation of the adjacent moun- 
tain range, thereby securing a number 
of rare specimens of gold, silver and 
copper ore. In our long prospecting 
trips we carried our guns with us and 
managed to bag a few fat grouse. I 
wish to make a suggestion here to my 
fellow-sportsmen relative to the cook- 
ing of grouse. Skin the bird, instead 
of picking it, dress well, place two or 
three slices of bacon on the inside and 
place in a Dutch oven with about a 
quart of water and season well. Dig a 
hole in the ground, partially fill the 
same with good hot coals of fire ; place 
the oven in the hole over the hot coals 
and rake live embers around it. It is 
better to replenish the water several 
times, as it boils down, and just be- 
fore the bird is cooked let the water 
boil out. Let it fry in the grease of 
the bacon fifteen or twenty minutes, 
set out of the fire and eat cold for 
breakfast. You might call it a plot 
roast. If you have an onion, slice it 
in. Our Dutch oven held three grouse, 
which we always cooked in the even- 
ings as we sat around the camp fire 
smoking. During our stay of ten days 
in Bowen Gulch we had excellent sport, 



notwithstanding a lively experience 
with a snow storm. Had it not been 
for a snug log cabin, in which we took 
refuge, we should have suffered with 
the cold. Can you tell me anything that 
feels pleasanter to a camper than a 
snug, dry bed and a warm shelter from 
the storm ? 

As October was approaching and we 
had one hundred miles of the western 
slope of the Rockies to explore, we pur- 
sued our course as directly as possible 
to Steamboat Springs, which we 
reached in six days. The journey down 
Grand River, up the "Troublesome, " 
over the "Muddy," on the Rabbit Ear 
Range and down Bear River afforded 
countless incidents of interest which I 
will not take the space to tell ; but I 
must say that on the Rabbit Ear Range 
we saw bear tracks in a recent fall of 
snow that measured fourteen inches in 
length. I should like to have stayed 
and taken up the chase, but our time 
was limited. Steamboat Springs, with 

her 150 varieties of mineral springs, 
afforded us most excellent pastime for 
a month, in which time we also ex- 
plored the surrounding country for 
minerals. Gold, silver, copper, lead, 
zinc, coal, iron, marble, we found to 
be variously distributed along the 

Hahn's Peak, the great placer mining 
district twenty-seven miles northwest 
of Steamboat, was our destination. We 
left there the 10th day of November 
in a terrific snowstorm. From Steam- 
boat we shipped via Wolcott on the 
D. & R. G. R. R. one hundred pounds 
of minerals. 

I shall never forget this three 
months' outing in the mountains, re- 
plete as it was with all manner of dis- 
comforts and adventure, all of which 
upon our return to Denver were the 
main topic of conversation for a year 
after ; in fact, is still gone over in de- 
tail whenever the conversation drifts 
that way. 



Rare days are these ; the greening trees, 
Wind-stirred to pulsing symphonies, 

Speak of the gladsome days of spring. 

The errant brook is murmuring 
Its rarest, fairest, vocal glees. 

The flowers bloom ; the bumble-bees 
Drone out a pean on the breeze, 

The meadow-lark is on the wing — 
Rare days are these ! 

His mocking cadence spun to please, 
The cat-bird whistles o'er the leas 

A shrill and careless offering, 

And then, ashamed, makes haste to sing, 
His injured conscience to appease — 
Rare days are these ! 

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Photo by A. Linton 



E started at eleven 
o'clock, one morning 
in December, from 
a busy little town in 
central Wyoming, 
which was at that 
time a railroad ter- 
minus. There were 
four of us in the 
party, and our des- 
tination was to be a 
certain point in the 
Big Horn Moun- 
tains above Houch's 
Ranch. We were to pass through the 
famous Hole-in-the-Wall on the way, 
and this fact added interest to the trip 
for me, though the primary one, an elk 
hunt, was incentive enough for me to 
ride the one hundred miles to the Big 
Horns and camp out in a Wyoming 
winter and risk getting snowed in. 
Our outfit consisted of two wagons, 

one with a canvas cover, three teams 
and three saddle ponies ; three of us 
were armed with .30-. 30 Winchesters 
and the other with a .303 Savage. 

Like almost every other day in Wy- 
oming, the sun was shining bright and 
we did not notice the dry cold at all. 
Every one was in fine spirits (especially 
Marshall). Walker drove the front 
wagon and Marshall rode with him. 
Walker and Marshall were old-time 
hunters ; they had hunted all over the 
West, furnishing meat to the construc- 
tion gangs who built the "Pacifies" and 
other roads. Like all men of their class, 
they were never lost on the prairie or 
in the mountains, but were as much at 
home there as the Indian, and just as 
keen of sight and probably better rifle 

The second wagon, with the saddle 
ponies following, carried Jeff and my- 
self. Jeff had been a county officer back 



East, and on the expiration of his term assured me that it is the custom of the 
of office, and because of a bad case of West to help yourself to anything yon 
asthma, he had concluded to try his want in the way of eatables wherever 
luck in the sheep country. He had al- found. How differently such an act 
ways been fond of hunting' and we had would be regarded east of the Missis- 
had numerous trips of this kind since I sippi River ! 

had decided on Wyoming as the place About ten o'clock of the third day 
to build up my health, but neither of us we saw the "Red Wall" in the distance, 
had tried our luck at the elk up to now, apparently rising up out of the level 
and he was as much pleased as I to prairie and unbroken save for the fa- 
have the chance of a hunt with two mous pass called "The Hole-in-the- 
such famous old hunters as Walker and Wall," and for which we directed our 
Marshall. horses' heads. This gap is the only 

I had never hunted big game until break in the wall for miles and it is 

about two months previous to this trip, very narrow. Marshall and I had 

when I had had my first shot at a deer, mounted two of the ponies and rode in 

and though my marksmanship was not advance of the wagons about one hun- 

equal to bringing down the first one, I dred yards. We had scarcely emerged 

was very proud of the fact that I had from the narrow passage through the 

experience'd nothing like "Buck Ague" wall when two men suddenly appeared 

or any other nervousness. Being a ten- from somewhere and came to meet us. 

derfoot, I naturally expected to just Each had a Winchester resting across 

about shake my teeth out or forget to his saddle horn, and made a few in- 

shoot. quiries as to our business, destination, 

Our first day out was ' uneventful, etc., looking us carefully over the while. 

We made good time over the sage- Marshall was acquainted with them and 

brush covered prairie, frightening any they didn't stay with us long, but soon 

number of cottontail rabbits, sage chick- rode off down the basin. I did not ask 

ens and long-eared jack rabbits as we any questions, but took it for granted 

went. We camped at sundown in a that they were on sentry duty, as the 

deep coulee out of the wind. There Hole-in-the-Wall country had harbored 

was some snow fell that night and Mar- some men that the law would deal rather 

shall's shattered nerves kept him walk- harshly with could they only be appre- 

ing back and forth in it nearly all night, hended. We were well treated by all 

Toward morning he was able to get the people we met in this country, and 

some sleep. it did not seem to me anything but 

The next day we got an early start, peaceable, 
and the monotony of our travel was We were now in the foot-hills and 

broken by the sight of a small herd of soon passed Houch's Ranch and began 

antelope. I was lucky enough to bring the ascent of a mountain over a trail 

down one fine buck with a single ran- that was about as rough as any one 

dom shot. It was my first antelope, and ever moved wagons over. It was really 

the buck ague struck me when I got to dangerous and I expected several times 

where he lay. His mounted head hangs that our wagons and teams would surely 

on a wall at home now. roll down the steep hills. 

We passed Kidd's Ranch, and helped About four p. m. we arrived at our 

ourselves to a hind quarter of a deer, camping-ground, in the shelter of a 

of which there were four hanging from square top mountain peak. We and our 

the gable of one of the bunk-houses, horses found it a little difficult to breathe 

I was a little concerned as to what the for some time, on account of the high 

people would say when they returned altitude, but managed to get camp set 

home and found how free we had been up in good shape before night closed 

with their property, but Marshall as- in on us. We had a good supper and, 



though pine wood was plentiful, we cut 
a few armloads of sagebrush just to 
flavor the smoke of our camp fire. 

About eight o'clock the fatigue of the 
clay's pull up the mountain began to 
make our eyes heavy, pipes were 
knocked out and we rolled up in our 
blankets and knew no more until day- 
break, when, after a breakfast of ante- 
lope steaks and coffee, we prepared for 
the hunt. 

Jeff, owing to a lame limb, always 
hunted near camp. Walker was a soli- 
tary hunter and set off across the moun- 
tain alone; I mounted a pony in the 
hope of keeping up with Marshall, who 
had kindly invited me to come with him 
"if I could keep up." 

Strange to say, though I had never 
seen a live elk, I was the first one of 
our party to sight the game we wanted 
most of any. There were four of them, 
off about three miles against the snowy 
peak of a mountain, and looking like 
small specks, but I had seen them move, 
and on using my field glasses I saw they 
were watching us closely. I only had 
time to point them out to Marshall when 
they swung off around the mountain 
peak and out of sight with their long 
sweeping trot. We at once made for 
the point where we had last seen them 
and, as there was an excellent tracking 
snow, we easily found and started on 
the trail, which, had I imagined it was 
one half so long, I would have given it 
up at once. We followed that trail the 
remainder of the day ; I had to give up 
my pony in a very short time because 
of the rough country over which it led. 
That night, about ten o'clock, I 
stumbled along after Marshall into 
camp, too tired to think or help myself 
to any supper, but thanks to Marshall's 
tough muscles, we had good coffee and 
supper. Next morning Marshall got 

me out early. I was so sore and stiff 
that the least move was torture, but 
after a snow bath and a good breakfast 
I was able to light my pipe and hit the 
trail. We found it again by back- 
tracking ourselves, and then began our 
long and seemingly endless, cautious 
tramp, through the roughest country I 
have ever travelled over. It seemed im- 
possible that those elk, with such an 
immense spread of horns could have 
gone through those thickets, but there 
was the trail. Along in the afternoon 
I had to give it up, I was "all in." If 
I had known how close we were on to 
our game, I should have been in at the 
death if I could only crawl. Marshall 
had not left me a quarter of a mile be- 
hind when his rifle spoke, and when I 
managed to hobble over to him I found 
him coolly smoking his pipe and looking 
at a fine elk. He had come upon one 
tremendous old bull lying down, with 
the most magnificent horns. Nine 
points they had, and we took off the 
head and neck skin to the shoulders, 
so it could be mounted. Our next 
trouble was to get our kill to camp, 
which was finally accomplished with 
the aid of all hands and the saddle 

Walker's kill that day was a fine 
blacktail. Jeff and I were not able to 
get a shot, but we had meat enough, 
and, after taking it easy in camp a few 
days, we hooked up and pulled down 
to spend a day with Houch. It was 
a lucky move for us, too, for a heavy 
snow storm hung over the mountain 
all the next day. We started home on 
a bitter cold day and made good time, 
reaching town two days after without 
any incidents worth mentioning. A few 
days later was Christmas, and we had 
mince pies — one of the ingredients of 
the mince meat was elk. 



The warm south wind comes whispering 

Along the willow stream, 
With fond sweet breath it gently wakes 

The violets from their dream. 

It murmurs 'long the sunny bank — 

Each ferny hidden nook — 
A low, sweet love-song to the flowers, 

With murmurings of the brook. 

It whispers that the birds are come, 

The robin and the wren, 
Their early song and warbling 

Now wakes the morn again. 

The children roam the sunny fields ; 

'Tis blossom time — they wait ; 
Yet wondering why the flowers dream 

And why they sleep so late. 

It whispers over land and lea : 
The glad spring days are here, 

Each heart, it fills with life and song — 
This waking time of year. 

Upon its breath the butterfly 
Will spread its golden wing; 

Last year before its sleep it was 
A tiny, creeping thing. 

Yet now, how bright the glad new life ! 

The flowers, the wings of gold ! 
That Earth held in her bosom, warm, 

Through days of winter cold ! 










EW people think in- 
dependently. Our 
minds are so bound 
up in the network of 
fables and legends, 
handed down to us 
through our parents 
and nurses — God 
bless them — that our 
reason runs in the ruts of silly little 
proverbs, the truth of which are never 
doubted until accident suddenly reveals 
their absurdity. Then we are as dumb- 
founded and shocked, as if our most 
sacred beliefs had been rudely uprooted 
and proved false. 

Once when I recognized a former 
society beau in the person of a dirty, 
disreputable-looking tramp, I experi- 
enced such a shock. The evident moral 
catastrophe, which had transformed one 
of the most winning and handsome 
young gentlemen into a blear-eyed, 
ragged wreck of a tramp, was not so 
shocking to me as the fact that there 
was not the least hint or trace of gentil- 
ity in this man's appearance. 

Up to this time I had always believed 
that there is a something about a born 
gentleman's appearance which reveals 
his gentle birth no matter what sort of 
a disguise he may assume or in what 
costume he may choose to masquerade. 
Just as the halo reveals the saint, so 
this intangible something, I was taught 
to believe, revealed the born gentleman. 
That there is not even a foundation of 
truth in this popular fable has been 
proved again and again, but people will 
go on believing it for the next hundred 
years. There is no bluer blood flowing 

in the veins of any New York man than 
that which flows in the veins of the 
aforesaid tramp ; yet no one would sus- 
pect, from his appearance, that this hobo 
sprang from any place higher than the 
gutter, neither would they have the 
slightest suspicion that the weird, shag- 
gy-looking being in Darlinkle's Park 
was the well-groomed, prosperous 
young lawyer who so recently visited 
Patrick Mullin's gun shop. In the short 
time which had elapsed since the Mesa 
caved in I had lost the brim to my hat ; 
my fashionably-made hunting suit was 
in tatters, and the rags flapped with 
each passing breeze, exposing portions 
of my bare body to the weather. Neither 
shears nor razor had touched my head 
or face, and the hair was not only long, 
but sunburnt, and the separate hairs 
split at their ends like miniature 
brooms ; my nose was a bright scarlet 
and covered with loose scales of blis- 
tered skin, which added to the general 
moth-eaten look of my 'head. My feet 
were bound up in the raw skins of small 
mammals, which did much to heighten 
the wildness of my appearance and gave 
a finishing touch to the grotesqueness 
of my appearance. As far as appear- 
ances go, the lawyer and member of the 
New York bar association had reverted 
to a savage. 

Although hard usage had made such 
havoc with my tailor-made clothes, 
neither time nor the elements seemed to 
affect the personal appearance of my 
big companion ; his buckskin suit was 
apparently as fresh and clean as it was 
on the first day I met him. There was 
no magic in this ; Big Pete knew how 
to clamber all day through a windfall 
without leaving the greater part of his 



clothes on the branches, a feat few compound to the fleshy side of some 
hunters and no tenderfoot has yet been skins, then doubling the raw side of the 
able to accomplish. hides together he rolled them closely 
As I have already said, Pete was a and placed the hides in a cool place 
dude, but he was what might be called where they were allowed to remain un- 
ci self-perpetuating dude, who never ran disturbed for several days ; when at 
to seed no matter how long he might length unrolled the skins were still 
be separated from the city tailor shops, moist. "Just right, b'gosh," exclaimed 
for Pete was his own tailor, barber and Pete, as he took a dull knife and care- 
valet, and the wilderness supplied the fully removed all particles of fat or 
material for his costume. flesh which here and there adhered to 

In camp he was as busy as an old the hide. After this was done to his 

housewife, and occupied his leisure time satisfaction we both took hold and 

mending, stitching and darning. Many rubbed, mauled and worked the skins 

a morning my own toilet consisted of with our hands until the hides were as 

a face wash at the spring, but my guide soft and pliable as flannel. Thus was 

seldom failed to spend as much time the material for my winter clothing pre- 

prinking, as if he expected distinguished pared, 
visitors. It took four whole deer skins to 

Instead of "Tenderfut," Big Pete furnish stuff for my buckskin shirt 

now called me "Le-Loo," which, I un- with its beautiful long fringes at the 

derstand, is Chinook for wolf, and I seams ; but the whole garment was cut, 

took so much pride in my promotion sewed and finished in a day's time, 

that I would not then have changed When it came to making the coat and 

clothes with the Prince of Wales ; I trousers, Big Pete spent a long time in 

gloried in my wild, unkempt appear- solemn thought before he was ready to 

ance ! begin work on these garments ; at 

Nevertheless, Big Pete declared that length he looked up with a broad smile 

he was the Hy-as-ty-ee (big boss), and and cried : "See here, Le-Loo, I've taken 

he forthwith pronounced my costume a fancy to them 'ere tenderfoot pants 

unsuitable for the approaching cold of your'n. Off with them now an' I'll 

weather. There was no disputing that jist cut out the new 'ns from the old 

Big Pete was Hy-as-ty-ee, and I agreed 'ns." In vain I pleaded with him to 

to wear whatever clothes he should make my trousers like his own ; he 

make for me, and can say with no fear would not listen to me, and this is why 

of dispute that if that ancient chump, that day of all days in the year I was 

Robinson Crusoe, had had a Big Pete walking around camp bare legged, 
for a partner, in place of a man Friday, Big Pete Darlinkle was an expert 

he would never have made such a sight backwoods tailor, shoemaker and shirt- 

of himself with his outlandish goatskin maker, but these were but a few of his 

clothes and clumsy umbrella. accomplishments, not his trade ; he was 

From a cache in the rocks Pete first, last and always a hunter and 

brought forth a miscellaneous lot of scout. No matter what occupation 

trappers' stores, bone needles made seemed to engage his attention for the 

from the splints of deer's legs, elk's time it never interfered with his ability 

teeth with holes bored through them, to hear, see or smell, 
and odds and ends of all kinds. I have known many men with a keen 

Among this stuff was a supply of sight, many men with acute organs for 

saltpetre and alum, and this was evi- hearing, but Pete is the only man I ever 

dently the material for which he was met whose olfactories were developed 

searching, for he at once proceeded to to a degree scarcely excelled by a dog. 

make a mixture of two parts saltpetre A strange man or animal could not ap- 

to one of alum and apply the pulverized proach him without detection even 


when Pete was asleep, for the suspicious Few men enjoy being- laughed at, 
scent would awaken him as quickly as even if they are doing- camp chores in 
a suspicious noise would awaken an nothing but a tattered shirt, and it was 
ordinarily alert man. I have heard old with some impatience that I demanded 
scouts tell of the wonderful power of to know what caused this unaccountable 
smell possessed by one Deaf Smith who mirth. "Oh, nothing, Le-Loo ; don't 
fought in the Texas wars and whose get mad" ; and then he laughed again, 
nose always warned him of danger long but came to a sudden stop and looked 
before the sight or hearing of his com- grave once more, with no more ap- 
panions gave them any intimation of the parent reason than he had for looking 
close proximity of the enemy. But this so mirthful a moment previous, 
was a case where a man, being stone "Say, Le-Loo, do you believe in 
deaf, he had developed one of his other witches? No? Well, thar be a heap o' 
senses to supply the deficiency of hear- things on the airth that be thar jist 
ing, and only remarkable because he the same whether you believe in them 
had developed the sense of smell in or not," he remarked as he again took 
place of that of sight, which last is usual up his sewing and began to work as 
in cases of deafness. Big Pete, how- rapidly as before, every now and then 
ever, could hear like a Jack-rabbit, and stealing a glance at me and chuckling 
his sense of touch was just as acute as to himself, only to resume a solemn 
that of a blind man, while his olfactories gravity of countenance the next mo- 
were as well developed as the legendary ment. 
Deaf Smith. I knew from Pete's manner that 

It was while I was going around some creature had approached our 

camp minus my lower garments that I camp and, of course, I knew that it 

saw Pete suddenly throw up his head could not be a witch, but for the life 

and snifT the air suspiciously, at the of me I could not understand why the 

same time sharply scan the windward approach of a harmless wild animal 

side of our camp. Living so long with should cause Big Pete to laugh at me. 

this strange man made me familiar with Suddenly I felt the blood rush to my 

his actions and quick to detect anything face and mount my temples, and I knew 

unusual, and I now knew that some- that I was blushing like a schoolgirl, 

thing of interest had happened. To the I became absurdly embarrassed and 

windward and close by us was a mound hastily dove into my tent there to re- 

thickly covered with bullberry bushes main until my companion could give 

and underbrush, but so far as could be me back my tattered old knickerbock- 

seen there was nothing suspicious in ers. As soon as my legs were covered 

the appearance of the thicket. Fixing with the ragged breeches I walked leis- 

my eyes on Big Pete I saw a most urely out of the leeward side of the 

peculiar expression spread over his face, camp, made a circuit and came on 

which seemed to be half of wonderment Pete's trail, which I followed until it 

and half of suppressed mirth. cut a strange trail on the windward 

Slowly and quietly he laid aside my side at the bullberry thicket overlook- 
unfinished breeches and silently stole ing our camp. What sort of an animal 
away, then I knew that the something had been there I was too much of a 
unusual, whatever it was, was not novice in the backwoodsmans' art to 
dangerous, for the big fellow left his determine, and so spent but little time 
gun behind him. It was only a few in a superficial examination of the trail, 
minutes before he returned with a very If Pete could keep his own counsel, so 
solemn face, but upon catching sight of could Le-Loo ; moving on carelessly 
me his face changed, his eyes twinkled and whistling as I went, I sauntered 
and at last he laughed as he had not back to camp. 

done since the day after our encounter When I put on my new elkhide knick- 

with the grizzly. erbockers with cuffs of dressed buckskin 

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laced around my calves and my beauti- 
ful soft buckskin shirt tucked in at 
the waist I began to feel like a real 
Nimrod, but after I had added my 
"Moo-loch-Capo," the shooting jacket 
with elk teeth buttons, pulled a pair of 
shank moccasins over my feet and 
donned a cap made of lynx skin, I was 
happy as a child with its Christmas 
stocking. It was really a beautiful and 
wonderful suit of clothes, the hair of 
the elk hide was on the outside, and not 
only made the coat and breeches warm- 
er, but helped to shed rain ; the buttons 
of elk teeth were fastened on with 
thongs run through holes in their cen- 
ters, and my coat could be laced up 
after the fashion of a military overcoat. 
The elk's teeth served as frogs and 
loops of rawhide answered for the 
braid that is used on military coats. 

Shank moccasins are made by first 
making a cut around each of the hind 
legs of an elk, buffalo or moose at a 
sufficient distance above the heels to 
leave hide enough for boot legs and 
making another cut far enough below 
the heels to leave room for one's feet. 
The fresh skins when peeled off look 
like rude stockings with holes at the 
toes. The skins are turned wrong side 
out, and the open toes closed by bring- 
ing the lower part, or sole, up over the 
opening and sewing it there, after the 
manner of the tip to a modern shoe. 
When this was done, I had my shank 
moccasins stretched over a wooden last 
which I had myself modeled from my 
cast-off shoes. After this novel foot 
gear was dry enough for the purpose, 
Big Pete ornamented the legs with 
quaint-colored designs made with dyes 
which Pete had himself manufactured 
of roots and barks. 

Dressed in my unique and picturesque 
costume I stood upright while Big Pete 
surveyed me with the pride and satis- 
faction of an artist who felt that his 
work was well done. I had now little 
fear of being called a tenderfoot, and 
when I viewed my reflection in the 
spring I felt convinced that few men 
would dare apply the offensive term to 

the villainous-looking wild man reflect- 
ed by the smooth water. Big Pete said 
that I was a "De-aub," but that was 
better than a rangey "Kla-how-yum," 
more Chinook, I suppose, and probably 
not complimentary either. De-aub 
sounds like devil to me, and if such is 
the meaning of the word, I certainly 
looked the character. 

With a smoothly-shaven face and 
well-trimmed hair I am an ordinary- 
looking fellow, just such as you may 
see at any of the city clubs, but with 
a shaggy head of hair and a bristling, 
spiky beard, "it is another proposition," 
to use one of my guide's terms. Never- 
theless, I did not trim my hair or beard, 
but I did thereafter spend as much time 
over my toilet as Pete did himself. It 
often struck me that we were two silly 
fools, consuming so much time in fix- 
ing ourselves up in our bravest attire, 
with no one but our horses to see and 
admire us. However, this really was 
not wasted time ; on the contrary, it 
was all that prevented us from relaps- 
ing into the savage state from which 
Big Pete had rescued me with a new 
suit of clothes. 

We had seen nothing of the Wild 
Hunter of late, and so far we were un- 
able to discover a feasible path by 
which we could hope to scale the walls 
of our beautiful prison-pen ; in truth, 
we found no trail but the very danger- 
ous one where I had climbed to the 
top the day I went after trout. That 
this was not the usual path traveled 
by the Wild Hunter I knew, because 
there were no signs of a path worn in the 
ereen mosses, heather and beds of beau- 
tiful Linncea bore alts which grew over 
the slight projections forming the peril- 
ous passage up the side of the preci- 

We hunted in vain for some other 
avenue of escape, for it would be im- 
possible to get our horses up at this 
point. At last I volunteered to climb 
the wall again and explore the top of 
the fault, hoping by this means to find 
the Wild Hunter's trail, for trail he 
must have, whether he be a wolf or a 



man, and I reasoned that he probably 
would take less care to conceal his 
tracks on top of the wall than below, 
where we could see and follow them. 
To Big Pete I said that there were 
goats upon both sides of the park, and 
in all probability they had a short cut 
across which I could better find on top 
than in the valley ; this theory of mine 
was a good one, but on account of the 
superstitious feeling of my fellow- 
prisoner I only advanced the idea to 
conceal my real purpose. I discovered 
no signs of either goat's or man's trail 
up or down the cliff and returned dis- 
couraged, but Pete heartened me up a 
bit by saying that one day's work up 
there by a poor trailer could accomplish 
little and that we must go prepared for 
a week's sojourn on the mountain-side 
if we hoped for success, for even that 
length of time would not be overmuch 
in which to circle the park. Touching 
a bunch of Linncea borealis which I had 
on my coat, he asked : "Where did you 
pick them air twin flowers?" "On the 
edge of the cliff at the top of the trail," 
I replied, burying my nose among the 
blossoms to inhale the dainty almond- 
like perfume. "Waugh?" quoth my 
guide, and he squinted up the cliff as 
if he were sighting a gun, "I wonder 
if that ain't whar she got her'n?" 

"She?" I exclaimed, blushing, "What 
are you talking about, my friend? She? 
Why, man, is your mind wandering!" 
"Wull, yes, it be a bit, it air a wandering 
up tha'," he said, pointing to the top 

where the fragrant twin flowers grew. 
"Now look here, Le-Loo," he continued, 
"you followed my trail 'tother day and 
saw where she had been standing, peek- 
ing through the bushes at our cam]). 
Well then, when I was working on your 
pesky breeches I smelled twin flowers 
all on a sudden, I knowed they warn't 
any growing near camp, so I jist walked 
around to windward an' found whar 
she had been standing an' I also found 
a twin flower thar, an' here 'tis," he 
said, producing the withered blossom 
from inside his wamus. "You must 
have knowed she was thar, too, or why 
did yer face get as red as your nose, 
and what for did you go into the tent, 
but to hide from the gal?" 

"Gal ?" I shouted. "How in the name 
of common sense could a girl reach 
here? Where did she come from, and 
why did she not make herself known 
to us?" 

"Don't know, Le-Loo, whar she 
cum from, and guess she didn't call 
'cause she saw that you warnt dressed 
for company ; but she was a gurl, and 
no squaw either, 'cause a squaw 
wouldn't have minded your dress. 
Come along and I'll show you some- 
thing I guess you didn't see when you 
followed my trail so sly." Pete led me 
to the point where I discovered the 
strange trail, and there in the dust on 
the top of a flat stone which had pre- 
viously escaped my notice could still 
be seen the distinct prints of two little 
moccasined feet ! 

This patch is completely covered with tracks . . . 



Of more than unusual interest are 
the old prehistoric "bird tracks" of the 
Connecticut Valley to either active 
sportsmen or students of natural his- 
tory, and to give some of our sports- 
men friends outside the "Valley" some 
idea what these signs of game, of what 
is called the "Triassic Period," are like 
I have enclosed a photo or two. Just 
outside the city of Holyoke, Mass., be- 
tween the Old Road and the New State 
Road to North Hampton, there is a 
patch about 50x100 feet which has been 
cleared of all surface earth by parties 
interested in geology, and which is 
now protected by the State. This patch 
is completely covered with well-defined 
tracks, such as my photo shows, and 
most of which will measure 12 to 14 
inches in the longest parts, and 8 to 

10 inches wide, while in depth they are 
from 1 to 2^2 inches. 

Queer stories are told by those not 
learned in geology as to how the tracks 
were made. You will hear from one 
that they were made during a volcanic 
eruption of those times and the big ani- 
mal-like birds were running across the 
red-hot lava stone ; while some other 
neophyte will tell you that the tracks 
were made in the soft mud, then frozen 
in the glacial period that followed, and 
afterwards turned to stone by nature's 
mysterious process. How they were 
made does not worry the geologist. He 
knows they were made either in the 
Triassic or Jurassic periods, but whether 
by bird, reptile or animal is the ques- 
tion. But it was quite generally con- 
ceded by the discoverer, Prof. Edward 



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Hitchcock, and other noted geologians 
of about that time — they were found in 
1835 — that they were made by the huge 
Labyrinthodon of the Jurassic or Tri- 
assic periods. 

Why geologists are sure they were 
birds, is, of course, the reason that no 
bones or fossil remains of animals un- 
earthed have as yet been discovered 
that could possibly have made these 
marks, and taken with that the fact 
that the bones of birds are so destructi- 
ble, owing to their hollowness, it seem- 
ingly proves the quadrupedal qualities 
of the same. 

Besides the Labyrinthodon there were 
the Dinosaurs and Odontorinthes, either 
of which might have been the makers, 
although the last named was a kind of 
cross between a bird and reptile, and are 

supposed to have had teeth in their 

Some of these fossil birds were of 
gigantic stature — eight feet high, 
with legs as large as those of 
an ox, and a head as big as that 
of a horse. What would a sports- 
man do if meeting something of this 
sort now? The chances are he would- 
n't look for game with quite so much 

Take it all in all, there is con- 
siderable interest manifested in these 
signs of game, even if thousands of 
years old, and it is a good thing the 
State took hold of the ground where 
they are situated to make a reservation, 
thus preserving these monuments of 
the past ages for, let us hope, many 
vears to come. 



The fisherman took his rod, 

And the hunter shouldered his gun ; 

And a sad-eyed dog with liver spjts 
Went with them to see the fun. 

They were clad in breek and shoon 

Of a sporting color and cut, 
They had all the paraphernalia 

They cou)<l possibly manage, but 

The fisherman fished in vain, 
Though he angled away all day, 

For he carried his bait in a bottle, you see, 
And temperance fish were they. 

The hunter was out for birds ; 

"There aren't any birds," he growled ; 
The sad-eyed dog with liver complaint 

Sat down and dolefully howled. 

But a shabby man, in a ragged coat, 
And a boy with a bent-pin hook, 

Bagged all the birds in sight, that day, 
And coaxed the fish from the brook! 



E R T A I N salt 
marshes bordering 
on or adjacent to 
the Arkansas River 
in Southwestern 
Kansas afford some 
remarkable duck 
shooting. This feed- 
ing ground draws 
great quantities of 
mallards, which 
alight in their mi- 
gratory flight, while 
following the beds of 
the Missouri and Mississippi rivers, re- 
maining for a considerable period of 
time, thereby affording some of the 
very best duck shooting of its kind on 
the continent. 

Up to the present day, excepting a cer- 
tain few, the ones who have obtained this 
shooting have been the "market 1 ' hunt- 
ers of that section, who have been able 
to provide for the entire State from 
this source. It is a pity this slaughter 
cannot be put a stop to. 

To inquire more minutely we find 
that ten miles from the town of Great 
Bend is the largest of these so-called 
salt marshes, being fifteen miles long by 
half as many wide, and is commonly 
known as the "Cheyenne Bottoms." The 
inhabitants say that this used once to be 
the bed of the Arkansas River, which 
somehow or other got turned off ages 
ago. This has left a great marsh, or 
meadow, pretty generally covered with 
a dense growth of weeds and waving 
grass to a height of one's head in some 
places — also here and there pools of 
stagnant water. No more ideal feeding 
or resting grounds for ducks are else- 
where obtainable. Early in October the 
great flight begins, and the marsh is 
alive with them until late in December. 
To get the cream of this shooting one 
must arrive on the scene of operations 

just after the first cold weather of the 
season, prepared to rough it with the 
professional hunters, and thoroughly 
prepared with an outfit suitable for cold 
and wet weather, not forgetting a pair 
of good, high wading boots. A few 
cigars also will not go amiss for dis- 
tribution among the friends you will of 
necessity make. 

If you expect to spend some' days bet- 
ter not forget to provide yourself with 
necessary provisions, for you will have 
to camp out on the "Bottoms," and you 
may make your presence all the more 
agreeable by having something to dis- 
tribute. So when all arrangements are 
made you retire early in preparation 
for a very early start on the morrow. 

Long before the break of day begins 
your drive, taking your seat in a ram- 
shackle Missouri buggy alongside your 
old darky driver. You are too sleepy 
and uncomfortable to notice much what 
is going on about you as he urges the 
horses on over the miserable roadbed. 
It seems ages to you before at last you 
are awakened from a sort of reverie by 
a peculiar whizzing sound. overhead. It 
dawns on your befuddled brain that 
this must be ducks — and you are not 
far out of the way. Yes, mallards, and 
thousands of them, beginning their 
early morning flight. You better hurry 
up or you won't get any of the early 
morning flight. But first you must find a 
camp to shoot from, and then again, 
will there be room for you ? Well ! you 
must take your chances. You have been 
told before leaving town that there will 
be no trouble, and the horses are sent 
forward again in the direction of the 
first small speck you are able to make 
out in the early morning mist. This, 
then, is a camp. We now leave the road 
and plunge into the weeds and water, 
the horses floundering and splashing, 
and the buggy going up to the hubs 




every now and then in mud and water. 

This mile seems ten times as long to 
you, until, finally, you pull up at a 
queer-looking, one-story hut affair that 
is set up on the trucks of a hay wagon. 
Several men are stirring and evidently 
making preparations to start out. You 
accost them and unhesitatingly ask 
them if they will take you in for the 
day. They seem glad enough and you 
dismount, at the same time telling your 
driver to be sure and come back in the 
evening, for you may want to return — 
there is no telling. 

But where are all the ducks now? 
Alas ! the flight is almost over and the 
mallards have alighted pretty generally. 
Never mind, you will start earlier next 
time, and then again there is the after- 
noon before you, and there will be just 
as many, perhaps. And then, again, 
why can't you get some of them out of 
the grass. Perhaps you can. Anyway, 
they say you can try it, and one of the 
men volunteers to go with you. 

Taking a couple of dogs along, you 
and he start out together in a northerly 
direction, where you have seen so many 
just going down. You must be pre- 
pared to do a good bit of walking if 
you want to get them up. With a dis- 
tance of perhaps fifty yards or so sep- 
arating you, you walk slowly forward. 
The fun begins at once when a pair of 
mallards get up out of a tall clump of 
grass just ahead. Between the two of 
you, you bag them both, and now you 
start forward again, ducks getting up 
in twos and threes or singly almost al- 
ways within range. What sport, you 
say to yourself. The sun has dried out 
things and the air bracing, and you 
forget all your troubles, and everything 
is lovely. 

After about an hour of this sort of 
thing you begin to feel a trifle fatigued, 
for it has been hard work this continued 
wading, and, besides, you are not hard- 
ened to that sort of thing. 

You begin to think it's time to eat. 
You are a mile or so from the camp. 
Your friend informs you that the team 
will be along soon to take you back. 

Sure enough, before long you are taken 
aboard, dogs and all, and you set out 
for the return to camp. You discard 
wet and heavy boots and settle back for 
a few moments' rest — as you think. 
But no! Jack-snipe commence to jump 
up almost from under your horses' feet. 
You sit up and pop away at them, yet 
it is easy work for you and you don't 
mind. By the time camp is reached and 
you are ready for lunch you can count 
a dozen or so of these fellows. So, after 
all, you have a very decent bag con- 
sidering everything. 

About four o'clock it is time to get 
ready for the afternoon shoot. We all 
bundle ourselves into the wagon again 
and drive off northeast, where it is 
hoped we will get the best of the flight. 

We now severally take up our posi- 
tions, each man in a blind made out of 
a clump of tall grass and weeds. In this 
way a circle of blinds is made for a 
radius of a quarter of a mile. In this 
way we will keep the ducks on the move 
and get more by it. 

You sit down to wait, not for long, 
for you have scarcely gotten settled, 
when ducks are on the move and the 
flight has begun. Big flocks are flying 
to and fro, but rather too high at first. 
Later, about sundown, the real shoot- 
ing begins for you. Flying low over- 
head flock after flock goes by, first one 
man and then another banging away 
into them until, as it gets pretty difficult 
to see, you think you have had about 
enough and you wonder how you are 
going to get back home — there is no 
sign of your buggy and negro driver 
coming for you. 

Don't be disheartened, for pretty soon 
you make him out in the distance and 
it is not long before you are busily en- 
gaged in collecting the results of the 
shoot, and you start homeward-bound, 
waving - good-by to your friends. And 
now, if you haven't delayed too long, 
you should get off the meadow without 
trouble, otherwise you may do as the 
writer did, let darkness come upon you 
and lose your way for the time being, 
and search and search for your road 



only at last to find you have come out 
on the wrong side of it, and up against 
a barbed wire government fence, which 
of necessity has to be taken down to 
allow your team to pass over it, which 
you have to do by leading them care- 
fully across it. At last you get straight- 

ened out for town and forget all this 
unpleasantness, and, settling back, your 
pipe comfortably between your teeth, 
console yourself with the thought that 
though you shot well, there are millions 
of mallard left on those wonderful hot 




Drawings by W. E. Cram 


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HE very severe 
winter of 1903-4 
with its changeless 
cold and deep, mi- 
ni e 1 1 i n g snows 
brought lis a host 
of new friends, 
many of whom have 
remained faithful to the present day. 
Before this time nutchatches had been 
only book acquaintances. 

My out-of-doors restaurant, where 
meals were served free at all hours and 
in all weathers, had proved very popu- 
lar among the jays, chickadees, wood- 
peckers and sparrows. On December 
twenty-eighth my eye was quickly 
caught by a newcomer, looking at first 
glance like an enlarged chickadee, with 
his tail cut off square. A second glance, 
however, showed that the visitor was 
not much like my little gymnasts, the 
titmice, though he was a first-class 
acrobat himself. What matter if it 
was three days late? I think he en- 
joyed his Christmas dinner quite as 
much as any of the winged host who 
dined on the correct date. Suet seemed 
to attract him more than any of the 
other dainties set forth, though he 
sampled the crumbs with approval. 

Generally two or three nuthatches 
came together, and they always car- 
ried things with a high hand, lording it 
over any other birds that might be pa- 
tronizing the restaurant. One would 
bustle up with a "leave-this-table-at- 
once" air, so that Downy or the tit- 
mice, or even the aggressive sparrows, 
hastily retired to wait patiently until 
the coast should be clear again. These 
white-breasts never kept still an in- 
stant. They ate as if they were starv- 
ing, even though it might be their nine- 
teenth meal since daybreak; but birds 

live so fast and are such active crea- 
tures they require a deal of food to 
keep the fires of life burning briskly. 
When the meal was finished these live- 
ly fellows ran up and down the tree 
trunks with surprising agility. They 
are the only birds I have ever seen de- 
scend the trees head foremost. What 
a ludicrous contrast to watch the wood- 
pecker carefully backing downwards, 
supporting himself on his tail, and now 
and then casting a sidewise glance to 
see if all is safe below ! The hatches 
had apparently never taken any notice 
of the ears of corn tied to the oak 
trees, but one day I saw one eyeing a 
jay, who was chuckling delightedly as 
he hammered the golden kernels to bits. 
When the jay flew off with a beakful 
of maize, the hatch evidently solilo- 
quized thus : "If Brother Jay finds 
that food so delicious perhaps I should 
like it, too. Anyway, I will try and see 
what it tastes like." So up he flew, and 
after examining the ear on every side, 
pecked off a kernel, which he wedged 
into a crevice in the bark and proceed- 
ed to "hatch" to bits with his strong 
beak. Evidently he did not find it quite 
such a choice tidbit as the bluecoat 
did, for so long as there was any suet 
or a crumb of bread to be had he did 
not visit it again. 

When the snow became so deep that 
I could not reach the trees I fastened 
suet to the piazza posts and scattered 
crumbs and grain on the railings and 
upon a box which stood on the porch 
beneath the window. The birds im- 
mediately discovered the new location 
of their dining hall, and in the course 
of a week or two we could stand at 
the open window while they fed within 
two or three feet of us, the chickadees 
and one little red-breasted hatch com 





ing to the sill for crumbs and flutter- 
ing about our heads as we shoveled the 
snow from the piazza. 

Mr. Cram says that the small wood 
folk seem to like to be near larger ani- 
mals whom they have never had any 
reason to fear. We know that the cold 
has a taming effect on the birds, and 
certainly our feathered guests not only 
did not object to our presence, but 
often courted it. 

The chickadees were in the habit of 
saying grace with every mouthful, if 
the food was especially appetizing, but 
the nuthatches ate for the most part 
in silence, though now and then we 
heard their sharp "yank," "yank." No 
meal seemed to be complete without its 
desert of grub, egg or tiny insect, 
tucked away beneath the bark. Hours 
were spent by these patient searchers 
in circling the tree, tapping with their 
beaks and prying into every crevice 
beneath bark and lichen. So agile were 
they that if one happened to drop a bit 
of food he would fly down and catch 
it before it reached the ground. 

One still grey day I had a curious 
experience with a nuthatch, which I 
have never been able to explain to my- 
self. He was on the box just beneath 
the window where crumbs were scat- 
tered. When I leaned out he crouched 
close to the house, and as long as I 
kept my eyes fixed on him he remained 
absolutely motionless. I could have 
laid my hand on him without moving. 
Did I hypnotize him, or was he 
numbed with the cold? Never before 
had I seen a white-breast motionless 
for one moment. As soon as I turned 
from him he was up and off as lively 
as any of his brethren. 

There was a great difference in the 
way the various birds pecked 
frozen suet, and I soon knew 
which was dining by the sound of 
his knocking bill. The white-breasts 
gave the loudest and most hurried taps, 
but often it was hard to tell whether a 
tit-mouse or the little red-breasted hatch 
was at table. This small nuthatch was 
a most charming guest, so gentle and 
confiding, always looking as though he 
had just completed a most elaborate 
toilette, every feather so smooth and 
unruffled even in the wildest weather. 

I have often wondered what induces 
any bird to remain through winter in 
so inhospitable a / clime as ours. Why 
do they not migrate with their fellows 
to a place where in all probability it 
would be much easier to get a living? 
Is it possible they are so brave-hearted 
that they prefer to buffet cold and 
storm and spend all their energies try- 
ing to procure enough food to maintain 
life? How fortunate that nature has 
taught them to use their claws as hands 
to hold hard seeds, nuts and grains, 
while they hammer them to bits with 
their powerful beaks. Last summer I 
watched a young rose-breasted gros- 
beak eating a large caterpillar, and it 
seemed a pity that she did not realize 
how much help her claws might have 
been to her. The worm was foo large 
for one beakful and she spent many 
minutes beating it against the branch 
and nipping it, until she finally sue- 



ceeded in dividing it into two pieces. 
She swallowed one half and apparent- 
ly waited until that had digested be- 
fore partaking of the remainder. Did 
anyone ever observe a feathered sum- 
mer resident using its claws as hands? 

The domestic life of the nuthatches 
is a truly ideal one. On a day in early 
spring they go together and select the 
nesting site, and then begins the ar- 
duous labor of chiseling out the deep 
cradle. It is usually some distance 
from the ground, and both birds take 
turns in working, congratulating each 
other in lively twitterings as they labor. 
When the last chip has been carried 
away, a warm lining is made of feath- 
ers, moss or anything which Mrs. 
Hatch considers soft enough. While 
the patient bird broods over her eggs, 
her mate keeps her well supplied with 
the daintiest tidbits he can discover, and 
is always hovering near that she may 
not become too lonely. 

The little ones leave the nest early 
and spend some days marketing on 
their home tree before venturing forth 
into the wide world. 

We had only seen one red-breasted 
hatch, who always came to feed 
alone or with the chickadees, but 
shortly after Valentine's Day he dis- 
appeared, only to> appear again two 
days later with a charming wife, a bit 
plumper than himself and with a breast 
a shade or two lighter. These little 
red-breasts had none of the aggres- 
siveness of their larger cousins and 
were very gentle and mild-mannered. 




T the little trading 
store, Detanges 
made his first prep- 
aration for the long 
winter hunt. He 
bought provisions, 
traps, ammunition 
with some of the 
money he had 
earned as guide in 
the summer, and 
even then his small 
family was secure 
with ample pro- 
visions. Unlike some of his native 
brothers, perhaps, he always thought of 
his family first, before he visited the 
back room of the store for the colored 
water, and in thus doing, he found that 
he could indulge but very seldom. 

He was loading his canoe with his 
purchases, when Andre La Farge 
paddled alongside, watching him. 
Without speaking, Detanges mused to 
himself: Andre was a good man, a 
very good man. He also had a family, 
and sickness was taking away some of 
them. Andre was also poor ; he could 
not buy food for the sick ones at the 
store. Because he had no money, the 
mean doctor at the village, miles away, 
would not come to help them. 

Bad fortune had always seemed to 
visit him in the past. Even now, De- 
tanges knew that there was no work 
for him during the coming winter. He 
could not go trapping, for the store 
would not trust him for the necessary 

On the other hand, Detanges himself 
was prosperous. It would surely be 
lonesome trapping all alone during the 
long, monotonous months. Perhaps he 
could help Andre, and at the same time 
procure a good companion. 

"Holla, Andre!" he cried, looking 
up from his work. "Vanta come vid 

me for to trap up de du Rocher? Lots 
o' beaver dere." 

"Certaine!" the astonished Andre 
quickly answered. "But Ah have no 
penny for to buy traps. Vhat say to 

"Ah pay for traps," Detanges re- 
plied. "You pay moi back in spring 
when you sell furs." 

"Bon!" and a new light of hope 
crept into Andre's sunken eyes. 

So the next day, the two started up 
the du Rocher in their heavily laden ca- 
noe. Straight towards the west against 
the current, they journeyed, plying 
their paddles untiringly, only inter- 
rupted by numerous portages and the 
fall of night. The woods were already 
bare and naked, except where the 
spruce and firs stood, and the night 
frosts were cold and biting. There 
was, indeed, great hopes for many 
beaver skins that winter ; they were go- 
ing into a region which had not been 
visited for many years by Canadian 

At the end of a little more than a 
week, they arrived amid the heart of 
the swamp and wooden plain, setting 
industriously at work to build their 
cabin. Then, when this stronghold 
against storms and wild beasts was 
completed, they were ready to com- 
mence the work of the winter. 

"Sence ve frens an' companions all 
vinter, ve vant understanding," sug- 
gested Detanges. "Now, vhat skins 
you cache dis vinter, in de spring is 
yours. Vhat skins Ah cache dis win- 
ter, in de spring is moin." 


"An' you set trap 'n one side brook, 
an' Ah on oder?" 

"Certaine !" 

So with this agreement between 
them, all went well for days. With the 
early rising sun each day, they were up. 




Detanges took upon himself the self- 
appointed task of cook, while Andre 
did his share in kindling the fire, cut- 
ting the wood, and other small duties. 
The latter also showed in many little 
ways his gratitude toward the former 
for his kind deed. 

After breakfast, they would sit smok- 
ing their pipes and talk. When the 
bowls had been twice emptied, taking 
their guns and other equipage, they 
would saunter out to visit their rounds 
of traps. 

They were the best of friends, each 
greatly enjoying the presence of the 
other. At night, after they had re- 
turned and eaten their frugal meal, they 
would smoke in the firelight, and 
handle the grimy cards. 

The beaver and fox were, however, 
not very plentiful. Although their two 
piles of pelts were small, they were of 
equal size. In a happy and peaceful 
manner, the late fall slowly wore into 
winter with its frequent flurries of 
snow. Then a sad, gradual change 
came over the exiles. 

One day, Detanges brought home 
many very fine rat and beaver, and 
Andre returned with nothing. A sec- 
ond, third and fourth day the same hap- 
pened. The former's pile of pelts sud- 
denly became double in size, and the 
latter's remained the same. There was 
no ill-feeling on Andre's part at this ; 
they were not trapping in the spirit of 
rivals. It was the thought of their 
families which spurred them to their 

Besides, beyond a doubt in the 
spring, each would return with an 
equal amount of wealth. Within a few 
days, the unlucky one might become 
most fortunate. In truth, both consid- 
ered these incidents entirely unimport- 
ant, neither mentioning the subject. 

But when it continued for many, 
many days, Detanges always returning 
at night with many fine pelts, and An- 
dre with either none or a few worth- 
less ones, they began to consider such 
fortune in the light of a joke. 

"Ve frens always," Detanges would 

say. "You no get mad at moi 'cause 
Ah have bon luck an' you pore. Bime- 
by you have goot luck, too. But it es 
funny, shore !" 

Good fortune did not come to the un- 
fortunate man, however. As he saw his 
companion thriving so greatly, he be- 
came sulky. Each day he worked hard, 
very hard to catch the furry animals, 
which meant so much to him. His ef- 
forts could not be increased. His prey 
would, in a hundred ways, escape the 
iron clutch or fatal deadfall. 

Everything depended upon the suc- 
cess of this winter's work for him. His 
credit at the store had failed; debts 
were against him everywhere. His 
family was pinched and hungry. Also, 
their safety through the hard, profit- 
less summer months, must be assured. 
Yet winter was even then almost 
upon him, and he had caught almost 
nothing, whereas his lucky comrade 
was very prosperous. What could be 
the cause of all this ? 

Andre was no longer good-natured 
and enjoyable to his companion; he 
talked only in grumpy monosyllables. 
Detanges missed the amiable inter- 
course, rightly guessing the cause. 

"Your luck is non goot. On mom 
side of brook you come an' trap. Bet- 
ter luck den, mebe." 

Puzzled for some other plan to better 
the condition of affairs, after consider- 
able thought, he spoke again : 

"Mebe you have not 'nough traps. 
You take some moin, certaine can." 

As the days passed, and the storms 
of winter were close at hand, Andre's 
sullenness increased. He scarcely 
spoke to his comrade, who became 
very lonesome, wishing for someone to 
talk to. Then one day, Detanges made 
an acquaintance, which helped to fill 
the lonely place in his heart, to whom 
he could talk at any length without be- 
ing interrupted. 

While skirting through the woods on 
one of his rounds, he espied the figure 
of a crow on the new fallen snow. Al- 



though he drew nearer, the bird did not* 
fly away, only endeavoring to escape by 
ambling away on its short legs. Won- 
dering, Detanges pursued and caught 
it. Upon taking it in his hands, he per- 
ceived that its wings were injured. 

"Bon crow," he muttered, smoothing 
the ruffling feathers. "No, Ah wouldna' 
hurt you. Pore bud ! Ah take you 
home to de varm an' de vood. ' So the 
black bunch of feathers was dumped 
unceremoniously into a huge pocket, 
and later introduced to his new abode. 

In this bird, Detanges found much 
enjoyment. During the long evenings, 
seated in the opposite side of the cabin 
from the grumpy Andre, with his pet 
perched upon his shoulder or knee, he 
would smoke his two pipefuls, and then 
converse to it upon the events of the 

But the wise animal never ap- 
proached to companionable terms with 
Andre ; in fact, it held entirely aloof 
from him, seemingly aware of the ill- 
will, which the morose man held to- 
wards everything. For upon its first 
day in the cabin, the bird, approaching 
along the table toward the man, was 
suddenly swept to the floor by that per- 
son's large hand. Later in the even- 
ing, Detanges whisperingly informed 
the outraged crow that he must excuse 
Andre, for he was so disappointed at 
his poor success that he did not really 
know what he was doing. 

Between the two men, the friendly 
feeling was gradually passing away. 
Andre's first pangs of envy had slowly 
grown, as Destanges still remained 
most successful. Almost unconscious 
to himself, it had become malice. The 
greatness of his own misfortunes con- 
stantly rushed before him in contrast to 
his comrade's good luck. This, only, 
caused him malignant feelings which he 
could not control. 

Detanges, on the other hand, held 
Andre in contempt, because he knew 
that jealousy was conquering the other 
man's common sense. "One tarn vool," 
he growled to the bird, when the person 
referred to was out of hearing. "He 

tillks Ab is to blame. Jle is fn 11 to 
moi no more, 'cause Ab get big lot o' 
beaver. He mils' link Ah keep dem 
From hees traps. Ab no understand at 

Thrown together as they constantly 
were, the hostile feelings between them 
became worse, each ignorantly blaming 
the other as the cause. 

One day at last Andre's pent up 
emotion burst forth, and he fled from 
the cabin to the woods. It was caused 
by the lucky Detanges returning from a 
visit to his traps with one of those 
precious gems of the north forests. 

Forgetting in his happiness, how 
Andre might feel at his action, he burst 
into the cabin like a rollicking school- 
boy, thrusting jubilantly before the 
other's astonished eyes, the beautiful 
pelt of a silver fox. Glossy, silky, per- 
fect, it rippled before his face as De- 
tanges began to excitedly tell how he 
had trapped it. 

Andre realized that this meant a for- 
tune for the other — a fortune gained 
in addition to his already large cap- 
tures, whereas, he himself, who was in 
much more need of success, was able to 
catch almost nothing more valuable 
than a measly rat. Also, was not De- 
tanges taunting him by waving the rich 
skin before his very nose? 

He could not control himself at this 
point ; with a cry of rage, he thrust the 
splendid pelt aside, fleeing out of doors. 
At the border of the woods, he stood 
for a moment, shaking his clenched 
fists at the cabin and the sky. Then he 
dashed into the gloomy forest, on and 
on, thinking only of his terrible 

All his feelings of hate for Detanges 
now rushed to the surface. He com- 
pletely forgot the kindnesses he had re- 
ceived of him. To think that he 
flaunted the valuable creature before his 
sight ! that he should ridicule him for 
his own bad fortunes ! This was the last 
straw he could bear. 

Did he himself not set his traps ex- 
actly as Detanges did? Did he not 
even work harder? But Detanges was 

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constantly becoming- richer, while he the further corner, the sight of the si- 

himself lent crow greeted him. WJith a roar of 

Unconscious of anything except his demoniac fury, he leaped toward it, 

own griefs, he wandered aimlessly over crushing it to death with one crash of 

the frozen snow. No, he would not re- his fist. 

turn to Detanges to be reminded of his Then Andre dashed through the door, 

pinched family and his debts. He over the hard crust into the woods. In 

would flee, he knew not where, and es- and out among the trees he fled, think- 

cape the man he hated. ing only of separating himself as far as 

With these thoughts ever before him, possible from the scene of his act. He 

for two hours, he rushed along, un- darted glances constantly behind him, 

heeding. At the end of that time, he expecting to be greeted by the sight of 

found himself before the cabin again, Detanges pursuing. The breaking of 

where he had started. As he gazed at a twig or the cracking of the crust 

it w T ith glowing eyes, a cruel, ignomin- frightened him, causing him to redouble 

ious thought entered his mind. his efforts. 

The very devil himself seemed to Always on and on, into the very teeth 
stand before him and present the idea, of a storm, he ran, a maniac, stagger- 
At first, Andre was staggered at the ing, stumbling, whimpering, 
plan, putting it quickly aside, only to The snow fell in a blinding cloud ; 
reconsider it again. He pondered upon the cold was intense. As darkness was 
it. If he should follow the suggestion, beginning to fall over the stormy world, 
his family would be free from want, Andre, at last completely exhausted, 
his debts at the store could be paid, and sank sobbing and crying into a soft, 
he would again be free. cold drift. His senses quickly corn- 
He was paralyzed at the vividness of menced to numb of their delirious fire, 
the thought ; he was dazed. He could and he entered into the dangerous sleep 
not put it out of his mind. No, he of the cold. 

could not do it. But the dark figure be- Meanwhile, Detanges had returned to 

fore him still beckoned him on reassur- his cabin, seeing there the still fresh 

ingly. Surely, no harm could result for signs of his companion's work. Stifling 

himself. The longer he dwelt on the anger filled his heart; he longed for 

subject, the harder the devilish urged, vengeance. Hastily snatching his rifle, 

Yes, he would do the deed! De- he closely followed the slight impres- 

tanges was the cause of all his misfor- sions made by Andre's worn heels on 

tunes, he reasoned, insanely, and De- the hard crust, 

tanges would have to pay the penalty. Even when the snow commenced to 

Bereft of his sane senses at the ter- fall, which obliterated the faint trail, he 

ribleness of his resolution, he entered kept doggedly on, intent upon his re- 

the cabin. His comrade was away ; venge. At last, guided by some in- 

everything was favorable for his work, stinct, as he wandered aimlessly in the 

Hesitating only for a moment, he set gloom, he suddenly happened upon 

quickly to his cruel task. With hurry- Andre, motionless and still in the snow, 

ing fingers, he tied Detanges large and rapidly being covered by the storm, 

bundle of furs, surmounted by the rich He stopped, and half lifted his rifle, 

silver fox, together with his own insig- Then suddenly, another spirit seized 

nificant pile, into a tight pack. Into a him. Was Andre already dead? He 

second bundle, he hastily stored all the bent over him. Warmth was needed at 

provisions in the camp. once! 

His breath came in short gasps ; his Slinging his gun into the snow, he 

eyes burned an unnatural fire. Sling- carried his insensible comrade to a 

ing the pack upon his shoulders, he neighboring belt of woods. After a 

gazed about the dismantled cabin. In great deal of work, a fire was kindled, 



and the task of reviving Andre's flick- 
ering- life taken up. "Pore Andre, pore 
Andre!'' Detanges repeated over and 
over again. 

Finally, his consciousness returned. 

"Bon Dieu, vhat have Ah done?" he 
cried wildly. Seeing Detanges bending 
over him, he continued : "Ah didna' 
know vhat Ah did. But Ah have done 
it. bon Dieu !" 

"Ve forget all," said Detanges. "Ve 
frens again, alvays." 

"Ah never forget," and Andre's 
huge frame shook with emotion. He 
shuddered as he gazed at the storm out- 
side the circle of firelight, a wild, 
furious rush of snow and deathly 

"Yes, ' he added, "ve frens, for alvays 
and alvays." 


Photo by J. R. Schmidt 



The Yosemite tourist, traveling by 
stage and making the mountainous trip 
of sixty odd miles from railroad to 
valley in one or two days, is rarely 
able to give more than divided atten- 
tion to the grandeur of the primeval 
forest through which he passes ; for the 
driver, concerned chiefly that he fall 
not behind his scheduled time, takes all 
down grades, curves included, with his 
horses in a swinging trot, and the 
chance of reaching his destination in 
safety presents itself, perforce, for dis- 
tracting consideration. It is therefore 
small wonder that the independent 
travelers along the same route are 
scarcely noticed, except as obstacles 
that increase the danger, since they 
must be passed, often where passing 
would seem impossible. Yet here is to 
be seen a unique phase of American 
travel — one that is characteristic of the 

During the months of June and July, 
when many are journeying valleyward, 
that quaint conceit of Carlyle's, "A 
world without clothes," is strikingly 
suggested. As a mighty leveler of hu- 
manity the world a-camping is very 
nearly a parallel. President Roosevelt 
himself, with closed lips and glasses of 
normal size — were sue! a thing con- 

ceivable — unheralded, might here have 
passed unnoticed. The capitalist who 
camps for pleasure is not readily dis- 
tinguished from the cook, who camps 
for profit. The lone man who person- 
ally conducts five women may be as 
self-sacrificing as his position would 
imply, or merely the victim of financial 
embarrassment ; in either case he de- 
serves sympathy. And the women — 
whether social queens or shop-girls on 
a holiday, there is little to indicate. 

Old men and women, young men and 
maidens, all are here ; mothers, too, 
with infants in arms and children 
clinging to their skirts, while upon their 
weary, but determined, faces may be 
clearly read, "See Yosemite and die." 
They come in parties large and small, 
these dust-covered pilgrims to a new- 
world Mecca, sometimes singly, with 
only a horse for company. 

Nor is there sameness as to outfits ; 
anything that pays the toll on the Yose- 
mite road "goes." Huge vans, built 
out over their wheels and furnished 
for housekeeping, prairie schooners, 
farm wagons, wagons with buggy tops, 
buggies with wagon tops, vehicles with- 
out protecting cover, even rolling "dark 
rooms" for photography ; some new 
and strong, some reinforced from end 





to end with rope and baling wire: touch of nature is felt by all; friendly 

these drawn by horses or mules, six, greetings are exchanged, and informa- 

four, two or one. There are also riders tion given cheerfully, if erroneously. 

with pack-horses, or burros, and, fi- Though sometimes there is a sign to 

nallv, wayfarers who are, in their own prohibit camping the few who live in 

graphic language, "hoofing it." Auto- these mountain fastnesses usually re- 

mobiles are uncommon — that speed is gard the visitors tolerably, answering 

not to be desired on these narrow moun- with such patient regularity hour after 

tain roads, whose turning places ap- hours, day after day, the question, 

pear to have been selected for their "How many miles to the next station?" 

steepness of grade and proximity to that if by chance the inquiry varies the 

precipices, many a wild-eyed passenger reply remains the same, 

on the stage would bear feeling testi- At night, while waiting for mosquito 

mony. activity to chill, there is neighborly vis- 

In camp the same picturesque diver- iting around camp fires. When the dif- 
sity prevails, and again outward con- Acuities of the road have been dis- 
ditions are misleading. A handsome cussed in language more or less vigor- 
tent, provided with folding table, chairs ous, and the conversation becomes per- 
and hammock may belong, not to the sonal, strangers not infrequently find 
tenderfoot, who carries unnecessary that they have mutual friends, or that 
luggage, but to the seasoned camper, the same State gave them birth ; this, 
who knows how to make himself com- in the lonely forest, is like a letter of 
fortable ; while a tent that is evidently credit, and, shut within their circle of 
a veteran in service may shelter one firelight by the deepening shadows, 
who has never before slept without en- they talk of "back East" and "home," 
compassing walls of lath and plaster, as people do of dear ones who have 
There are store tents, wall and fly; died, their faults long since forgfot- 
home-made tents, round, square, tri- ten. 

angular; tents with poles and tents Somewhere on that last, long, steep 

swung from trees ; tents, white, descent into the valley, suspicion 

striped, weatherstained ; whole, patched against one's fellow disappears ; in the 

and needing patches. But whatever its presence of such divine loveliness the 

description each represents home for mind has no room for ignoble thoughts ; 

the nonce, and is, by its owner, or camps are left all day unguarded, and 

renter, regarded with affection. impedimenta — wraps, lunches, tripods, 

Albeit invested with such infinite va- and beloved cameras — along the moun- 

riety, and affording unexcelled oppor- tain trails await in safety their owners' 

tunity for speculative observation, return. 

these travelers are no addition to their Cameras are everywhere in evidence, 

surroundings, for frying-pans and cof- greatly to the annoyance of the occa- 

fee-pots hanging upon the trunks of sional Indian, who, with the supersti- 

forest trees do not appeal to the aes- tion of his race, will make a wide de- 

thetic sense, and the fringe of tin cans tour to avoid the carrier of a small 

that encircles every camping ground, black box. This is a paradise to the 

though speaking eloquently of civiliza- camera enthusiast, as it is to the ar- 

tion, is not decorative. There is also tist, as it is indeed to all lovers of the 

the mule, whose uplifted voice strikes beautiful. One finds one's self won- 

a discordant note in the twilight har- dering how it looks in fall, in winter, 

mony; happy day when science will in early spring, and longing to be a 

give us a brayless mule ! witness of all its seasons. Coming by 

A spirit of good-fellowship per- chance upon the cemetery there is a 

vades "the travel," as it is called ; the sudden conviction that here is the spot 




in which to sleep. Though the same 
sun is rising and setting upon a tumul- 
tuous world, and the moon, which, 
climbing these heights, looks down up- 
on idyllic calm, is witnessing also the 
melodrama of human life, the massive 
granite walls so deaden sound and ac- 
centuate the separation, that the world 
seems whirling in another sphere, while 
within their magic compass, mingled 

with the sound of falling waters, there 
comes to the listening ear, in rhythmic 
cadence, "Be still and know that I am 

Although the exalted emotions that 
it inspires may not continue when the 
valley has become a memory, one does 
not sink again to the old level, and is 
always the better for having traveled 
the Yosemite road. 




By E. A. SPEARS (Cornell, '07) 


College men often find it hard to get 
work to do for the summer, and even 
when work is found, poor pay and a 
poor job is often the result. After a bit 
of experience I am convinced that there 
is a good opening in picture taking in 
the country districts. The profits are 
fairly large and the time is well spent 
in the healthful country. Moreover, it 
is a good experience and there is fun 
in it, too. 

"Dolph," my companion, and myself 
did the "stunt" in the Adirondacks. We 
went to three lumber camps and stopped 
at the houses of the backwoodsmen. It 
was a short trip of four days, but it was 
long enough to show what can be done. 

Our camera used a plate four by five 
inches. We took along all things neces- 

sary to develop and finish the pictures, 
figuring that if the woodsman could see 
the pictures he was to get he would buy 
more of them. We were right. We had 
a multiple plate holder, holding a dozen 
plates, and two double plate holders, en- 
abling us to take sixteen plates without 
reloading. For clothes we did away 
with white stand-up collars, and all that 
goes with them, and put on cotton shirts 
and some old trousers that were held up 
by visible suspenders. Our dress was not 
different from the native costume. We 
knew that we could better mix with the 
people if we did not appear too different 
— they would not be so bashful about 
having their pictures taken. We loaded 
our stuff in a couple of pack baskets 
of the variety which the Adirondack 



Photo by E. A. Spears 



guides use to "tote" camping utensils 
and other things for the sportsman 
when he goes into the woods. We were 
quite proud of our woodsy appearance. 

We started out on the country road 
on one of those cool, bright days for 
which the Adirondack^ are famous 
There was a constant chorus of bird 
song which would have made an orni- 
thologist feel he was in paradise. The 
Maryland Yellow Throat, the song- 
sparrow, the white throated sparow, 
and other song birds common to the re- 
gion, fairly overflowed with melody. 
We were soon lost to the attractions of 
the country, however, for our feet began 
to trouble us. Blisters began to form on 
the soles and toes of our feet, and after 
four miles of travel, as we made out on 
our topographic map, we sat down and 
took off our footgear. There were two 
or three blisters on each foot. We were 
eleven miles from our camping place. 
"Hard luck," said Dolph, and I picked 
some leaves from a rasoberry bush. 
Since they were soft and thick we 
thought to apply them as a padding to 
the blisters, and upon putting on our 
shoes again we could scarcely feel the 
sores. It was one lesson learned. From 
now on everything went well. At one 
place we went in swimming in a creek, 
which refreshed us wonderfully. After 
thirteen miles of walking we were to 
put up a little tent for the night, but we 
found a deserted icehouse belonging to 
an old cottage. The sawdust on the floor 
looked soft and just the thing to sleep 
on, but before morning we both agreed 
that sawdust does not make a soft bed. 

The next morning after a five-mile 
walk we came to our first logging camp, 
which was an ordinary house beside the 
road. The "greaser," the boy who wipes 
dishes and does other work about the 
camp for the cook, was sitting on the 
front door step peeling potatoes. When 
we inquired where the men were, he 
nodded over across the lot in the woods, 
and he said they would be over to din- 
ner at eleven o'clock. While we were 
waiting a little girl, four or five years 
old, the daughter of the cook, enter- 
tained us by her uncommon wit. Look- 

ing at Dolph, who has a few freckles 
spread over his nose, she: said, "You 
never had the smallpox, did you, oil, 
no." Then she laughed. 

The crew soon came stringing across 
the field from the woods. We told the 
boss we wanted to take a group picture. 
The men washed up and we waited till 
after the meal before we took the pho- 
tograph. It made the men quite excited, 
for it isn't often that they have a picture 
taken. Such remarks were fired at us 
as : 4 Ts the gun warranted?" and "Look 
out, there, George, he will break the 

The boss asked us to have something 
to eat. He expected no pay, neither 
would he take any, so we were careful 
to give him a photo with our compli- 
ments. As luck would have it, there was 
a "clothes press" in the building, which 
we could use as a dark room. Within 
two hours we had the plate developed, 
dried and a velox picture printed. When 
the woodsmen saw it, they were much 
surprised, for they supposed several 
weeks were required to finish a picture. 
They considered the photograph "D — d 
good, eh, Bill?" Afterward, we took 
another picture with the horses, for the 
men are always proud of their teams. 
We took a picture also of the cook and 
her two children. At this camp of eleven 
men we sold $5 worth of photographs. 

On the way to the next camp we 
caught a short ride with a middle-aged 
woodsman. He was pretty drunk and 
very talkative. Without any suspicion 
that we were college fellows he began 
telling that he had attended Columbia 
University and had played baseball on 
the "All-Syracuse" team, but whisky 
had knocked him out. He swung from 
telling his history to telling what a great 
man Charles A. Dana was. We pricked 
up our ears at this conversation, for he 
was no ordinary woodsman. 

At the next camp we took the picture 
of the men after they had finished sup- 
per. We lined them up against the "din- 
ing-room" and exposed the plate at stop 
8 1-5 of a second. Here we had to 
wait till night before we could finish the 



There were about fifteen men in the 
camp. Some of them stretched them- 
selves out on their bunks for a rest after 
a hard day's work, some sat about a 
smudge used to drive away the mos-. 
quitoes and punkies, and there talked of 
their work. Others ground their axes 
for the next day's labor, while four 
other men played quoits till it was dark, 
when all crawled into their bunks. 

When it was dark our work began. 
We had mixed up our solutions before 
nightfall and had fixed a place in the 
"blacksmith shop" where we could de- 
velop. After fixing our plates and using 
"neg dry," we dried it over the coals of 
a mosquito smudge. Then we printed 
on velox, guessing at the number the 
men would want. We got to bed a lit- 
tle after eleven o'clock. The next morn- 
ing the boss paid us for the pictures the 
men had ordered and we went on to the 
next camp. It was a five-mile walk, with 
the last half-mile almost straight up a 
mountain. It was a thousand-foot climb, 
nevertheless we had to hurry to catch 
the men at their eleven o'clock dinner. 
We got there in time, but we found that 
the men worked so far from the camp 
that the meal was carried to them. 
Therefore we had to wait till six o'clock, 
for we could not take a group picture 
excepting at a meal hour. 

At this camp after supper the men did 
much as they did at the other camp, ex- 
cepting one of them got out a violin and 
played such pieces as "The Monie 
Musk," and the "Devil's Dream." The 
fiddler made the boast that he could do 
what a very few could, and that was to 
talk and play at the same time. Then he 
would go on playing and try to talk, but 
some way or other he stumbled every 
time. The men got the "greaser" to give 
them a jig to the tune of the fiddle. The 
fellow climbed upon the four by six foot 
"front porch" and put up a fairly good 

Here we developed our plates as we 
did at the other camp. The young 
"greaser" asked to watch us. While we 
were manipulating the plates he said he 
took pictures, too. I asked him what 
kind of developer he used and he said 

"Hypo." I think he had heard us speak 
of getting the hypo from the pack 
baskets and was trying to sling a bluff. 
When we had printed one of the plates 
he pointed out two men who had a fierce 
fight. According to his description they 
fought till they were completely tired 
out, then some of the men parted them. 
It was a drawn battle. 

Life at a lumber camp is of course 
peculiar. The men, fifteen or twenty, 
and more in some camps, line together. 
A woman, generally the wife of one of 
the men, does the cooking for the whole 
crew. The grub served is good for the 
work. Nearly all varieties of salt meats, 
such as pork, codfish, etc., are served. 
Dried fruits, such as prunes, are placed 
before the men. So, also, are potatoes, 
bread, butter, milk, beans, cookies, and 
many other things. Fresh meat, of 
course, will not keep in the summer, so 
they do not get much of that, but in the 
winter, we were told, fresh meat is often 
served. "We have to feed them well," 
said the boss, "or they won't stay." The 
food is certainly much better in variety 
than the woodsman, or common laborer, 
gets at home, and as for quantity each 
man can help himself to all he wants of 
anything. The work, to be sure, is hard 
and the hours long, nevertheless as one 
of the men said, "We have lots of fun 
up here." 

We left the last lumber camp and 
struck the backwoods road for twenty- 
three miles. For the first six of these 
miles we stopped at every house and 
shack we came to. It was a cloudy but 
a bright day, and we worked the shut- 
ter, at every place we did business, at 
stop "8" and 1-5 sec. exposure. At 
some of the houses we found boarders 
from New York and other cities, and 
to such people we introduced ourselves 
as "tramp photographers." In nearly 
every case they suspected we were col- 
lege men, and asked us what college we 

At one place we had an experience 
which made us . forget our tired limbs 
and backs for more than a mile of 
travel. We always carried our camera 



in the pack and carried only a single 
shot rifle in our hand. The gun was use- 
less, but we had taken it along because 
of visions of bears and panthers. Dolph 
was carrying the weapon when we came 
to a backwoods farmhouse. The farmer 
was raking hay just beyond a line fence 
in the field. Dolph ambled over to the 
fence, and, carelessly placing the gun 
through it, yelled to the man if he 
wanted any photographs taken. The fel- 
low jerked around, saw the gun point- 
ing his way, and a stranger ahold of it. 
He dropped his rake and with his fin- 
gers outstretched seemed ready to throw 
his hands into the air. He thought he 

was being held up. Dolph saw his con- 
fusion and repeated the question, say- 
ing "pictures" instead of "photograph." 
A decided look of relief appeared on the 
man's face as he replied, "No," he 
guessed not, and picked up his rake. It 
was so funny that the next mile of walk 
was easy. 

When we got home we had twenty 
plates to develop and about eight prints 
to make. Together with what we fin- 
ished and sold at the camps we cleared 
above expenses $20. We had a little 
over a week of actual work. Consider- 
ing what we saw and learned, it was 
worth while. 



O salt is the brine on cheek and lip, 

And cold the drenching spray ; 
The call of the winds comes glad and free 
With the answering roar of the baited sea, 
Lashed to a foam-flecked gray. 

O cold is the brine on cheek and lip! 

Then ho ! for a swelling sail 
And the master joy that mariners feel 
When the rushing prow and cleaving keel 

Dare the defiant gale ! 



We print here a letter from two small boys 
in Pike County, showing that the right spirit 
is animating the Sons of Daniel Boone, and 
that these little fellows are standing up as 
monitors and educators to the big, burly men 
who are not so humane nor kind-hearted. 

Mast Hope, Pa., Jan. 15, 1906. 
Dear Founder: 

We had our meeting as usual. We do not like to 
have anybody come, so we have numbers; each one 
has a number. We have a key to the door, and we 
keep the door locked, and when any of our members 
come to the door and knocks he says his number and 
he is admitted. James Hart, a boy of this village, 
saw a red squirrel and he took a stone and killed it. 
He did not use it after he had killed it. Willie 
Molusky and Eddie Joyce saw him and were very 
much vexed at him. We are going to build a log 
cabin to hold our meetings in. We all wish you had 
a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. We re- 
ceived the buttons O. K. We were glad to get 
them. Yours truly, 

The Sons of Daniel Boone, 

Percy Davis. 

Mast Hope, Pa., Jan. 15, 1906. 
Dear Founder: 

There is a man named Lewis Comfort who drives 
team here to-night. He came in with a load of logs. 
His horses got stuck. He began to beat them fierce. 
I told him to stop, but he would not. 

Eddie Joyce. 

Now, boys, you must remember that you 
belong to a different age from the men — a 
more refined, a more kind, and a more hu- 
mane age than even your fathers. They were 
born before the Society of Prevention of Cru- 
elty to Animals was thought of, before the 
Audubon Society for the protection of the 
songbirds was inaugurated, and at a time 
when it was thought proper and right and 
sportsmanlike to shoot anything in sight. 
Good sportsmen only a few years ago would, 
without hesitancy, practice shooting on the 
swallows, night hawks and other swift-flying 
birds with never a thought of the crime they 
were committing by killing these useful and 
beautiful helps of the farmer, agriculturist 
and forester. 

You also belong to an age when we will 
no longer honor people with the name of 
naturalists who spend their lives in killing 
and collecting specimens. Few of these men 
have any more right to this title than the 
schoolboy who collects paper collars of differ- 
ent brands of cigars has to the title of a doc- 
tor of physics. A lot of dried birds' skins 
and miserably upholstered animals' bodies are 
not Nature, and the wholesale murder of 
these creatures in the name of science is as 
much an outrage as it is to kill the game 
birds for the market. 

Of late years the title of Naturalist has 
been affixed to the name of every taxider- 
mist who makes his living exterminating the 
wild creatures for the sake of supplying the 
demand of wealthy people for game heads 
with which to decorate their dining-rooms; 
but you boys will learn to look upon this age 
of ours when we did these things in the 
same manner that we men look back upon the 
time when it was considered honorable even 
for white men to take scalps and the authori- 
ties of our country paid a bounty for the 
scalps of red men. 

But to drop the seriousness of the fore- 
going talk, you will be glad to hear that Fort 
Oatka has sent in a recipe for camp cooking, 
which we publish below. 


(Try it, boys, and send in your verdict. 
If you say it is good we will send a notch to 
Le Roy, N. Y.) 

2 cups sour milk. 

2 small teaspoonfuls baking soda. 

1 tablespoonful cream. 

1 teaspoonful salt. 

Flour enough to make a rather stiff batter. 

Pour out enough of the batter on a pan- 
cake griddle to make a cake about 7 to 9 
inches in diameter, and let it cook on one 
side, then turn it over. Put it on a plate and 
spread with butter, and either maple, brown 
or white sugar. Cook another and put it on 
top of the first and butter and sugar it, and 
so forth until you have from six to eight 
piled up ; then serve as you would pie, in 

It is quite a knack to turn over one of 
these big cakes, so you ought to have a pan- 
cake expert on hand to show you how to turn 
them. It is also hard to make the batter 
just right, but practice makes perfect. The 
recipe I gave was enough for eight people 
after they were partly full of oyster stew; 
so you see they go fast enough. I am writ- 
ing this letter just after I have had some, 
and I wish some other boys could have en- 
joyed them with me. I enjoy Recreation 
very much, and so do the rest of our club. 
I guess I will close. 


In regard to the tally gun — a gun that be- 
longs to your founder is being photographed 
and when completed we are going to have 
half-tone cuts made of this photograph and 
sent to the different forts. Paper notches 
will also be sent so that you can paste them 
on. The object is to get so many paper 




notches that you finally cover the gun with 
paper all around until you can't see it at all. 
Try for this. 


As to the black balls. In the large clubs, 
voting is done this way: A box with a par- 
tition in the middle is placed on a table; in 
one side are black and white balls. The 
other is empty. Each member goes up and 
takes out either a black or a white ball and 
votes by dropping it in the empty side. When 
all the members are through, the teller ap- 
pointed for the purpose can tell who is elect- 
ed by the kind of balls in the box. If there 
are no black balls, the person is elected. If 
there are enough black balls he is not. So 
you see the black balls are votes against him. 
You boys need not vote this way. You can 
use a hat to hold the votes and slips of pa- 
per can 'be used instead of marbles. The 
term "black balled" is a club term, and means 
that the votes are against the party. 

Editor Recreation : 

Would you find out a little more about 
the rabbit through Recreation? — whether it 
can walk and if there is any other animal 
with its forelegs fastened to its body the same 

Ivan Korman, sAllemans, Pa. 

This rabbit letter would make it appear as 
if some future talks on the construction of 
animals might be appreciated by the Sons of 
Daniel Boone, and it has set us to thinking 
upon this subject because we want all the 
young pioneers not only to love and treat 
with respect all living creatures, but to have 
a common-sense fundamental understanding 
of the general relationship of these little crea- 
tures to each other and themselves, and when 
they find how closely even a toad or a bird 
resembles in construction the human form 
there will be still greater hesitancy on the 
part of the boys to unnecessarily injure their 
little cousins or deprive them of life. But, 
boys, do not misunderstand me. When it 
is necessary to do so your Mother will send 
you to the barnyard to wring the neck of a 
chicken, and if you are alone in the woods 
and run out of supplies it is perfectly proper 
and right for you to shoot any game animal 
to supply your taible ; but that does not mean 
to kill these creatures, like the Borneo head- 
hunters, so that you can decorate your head- 
house with rows of their craniums stuffed 
with excelsior and sawdust and with glass 
eyes inserted in empty sockets. 

That is, we believe, with The Ancient Mar- 
iner, — > 

"lie prayeth well 

Who lovelh well both man ami bird and beast, 
lie prayeth best who loveth best, 
All things both great and small, 
For the good God who loveth us, 
lie made and loveth all." 

Easton, Pa., Jan. 26, 1906. 
Dear Founder: 

I received your letter on Jan. 26. You say you 
wrote the addresses down in the Daniel Boone book. 
The boys say they can hardly wait till they come. 
Our club was playing the F. A. C. club, and we beat 
them 7 to 3. Our sport is just coming in. You 
ought to have seen us make our schoolmates look 
when we gave them our Dan Boone cry. Their eyes 
nearly fell from their sockets. Nearly all of us have 
our suits. The pattern works all right. We can 
hardly wait for a gander plucking. We had an In- 
dian and Boone chase. The lower room were the 
Indians and some of our room. About 25 Indians 
were trying to catch us 1 1 boys. But us Boone boys 
were too slick. There is a 50-acre woods about a 
half of a mile from our club. We all have a board 
nailed up against the fence and trying to hit the line. 
We are throwing from the distance of fifteen feet. 
We cannot throw it yet very good, but every time 
' e practice we are doing better. Hitting the mark 
is it. We can make it stick, but to hit the line is it. 
Now I will close. From yours truly, 

George Styers. 

1810 Buttler Street. 

BY J. P. B. 

Sez the Bear, "Watch out! for the Dan'l 

Boones are comin\" 
Sez the b'loomin' little Beaver, "I'll go down 

and see my plumbin'." 
And for forty miles around you can hear 

the Pa'tridge thrummin', 
For the Dan'l Boones are comin' thro' the 

And the great, big gun — that the tally man's 

a-carryin' — 
Is an awful thing to see, 'but it's never used 

for harryin', 
And the Beasts grow friendly, where they 

always felt so scary, an' 
They join the Boones, as happy as you 

For confidence will come if you treat 'em 

right, and show it, 
And it's fun for boys and beasts alike, and 

every beast will know it, 
When it's once built up, men, not beasts, will 

overthrow it, 
As you and I and every Boone agrees. 


Recreation is out for the preservation and 
perpetuation of our game, and, occupying 
such a position, we will do all in our power 
to help along the Bison Society. At the 
same time we regret that Mr. Baines saw 
fit to so word his letter to our Editor as to 
imply a threat if our Editor did not join 
the society, thus rendering it impossible for 
him to do so with dignity. However, we 
wish the members of the Bison Society all 
success in their undertaking, and also to 
state that the society inaugurated by the 
Editor of Recreation was expressly for the 
purpose of purchasing the Pablo Allard herd 
of bison before it is disbanded and scattered. 
There are now over three hundred mighty 
beasts in this herd, including sixty-six calves 
born this year. If the bison society can join 
hands with us in securing this herd for the 
people of the United States they will be en- 
titled to wear laurel wreaths as did Mark 
Twain at the late banquet given by the So- 
ciety of Illustrators. In our efforts to se- 
cure the Pablo Allard herd of buffalo for 
the people of the United States we have no 
axe to grind. We do not know the owners 
of the Pablo Allard herd, and will receive 
no benefit from this transaction that is not 
equally divided with every citizen of this 

We hope that every one that reads this 
will make it a point to take five minutes of 
their own time to devote to the public and 
write to their representative in Congress 
and the Senate asking that this magnificent 
herd of bison be purchased by the govern- 
ment and kept intact as a lesson in history 
and patriotism to all future generations of 
Americans. There are millions of men who 
are willing to give their lives and die for 
the country, but there are only a few men 
who will take the trouble to work for their 
country's good. The crying need in the 
United States today is for patriots during 
peaceful times, patriots who will look out 
for the elevation, education, and high ideals 
of our people, and no American with any 
sentiment in Ms soul can stand idly by and 
see the buffalo of America, who are so inti- 
mately connected with the history and ro- 
mance of this country, wiped out of ex- 

A dispatch from Helena, Montana, Decem- 
ber 8th, says that the heavy snow in the 

mountains has driven a herd of six hundred 
antelopes down into 79 Ranch, near Lewis- 
ton. The poor little animals' legs were all 
cut with the crust of the snow and there 
were so many, of them and they were crowd- 
ed so close together that men rode in among 
them as they would in a bunch of cattle, 
and the timid creatures, being greatly ex- 
hausted, made not the slightest effort to es- 
cape. It is not legal for anyone to kill ante- 
lope in the state of Montana, and, so far as 
we have heard, the law was respected in 
regard to this herd. While one feels sorry 
for the six hundred little prong-horns, with 
their cut and bleeding legs, one rejoices at 
the news that there were enough left to make 
a herd of such dimensions, and we congratu- 
late Montana on the possession of this big 
bunch of prong-horns, and upon having com- 
mon' sense enough to protect these unique 

We have had occasion several times to 
publicly announce that all of us outdoor peo- 
ple love Theodore Roosevelt because he is 
one of us, and in sympathy with us, but none 
of us can fail to condemn the thoughtless 
blood-thirstiness which impelled him to shoot 
snowbirds in his recent hunt in Virginia. 
We all hope and trust that the dispatch 
which has gone around the country to the 
effect that he did kill these little birds in 
wanton sport is an error. Still, we must 
know that there is a touch, we might say, a 
very strong dash of the wild cowboy in our 
President's disposition and character, and it 
would not foe improbable that a man of this 
type might possess both the virtues, admir- 
able qualities and also the faults of a cow- 

A special dispatch to the New York 
Times, dated San Francisco, December 28th, 
says that Robert Fitzsimmons admitted to- 
day that he received a letter from the 
White House, but would not exhibit it or 
tell whether it was from the President. Of 
course, a correspondence with - a pugilist 
would uphold the theory that he has a cow- 
boy's love of rough sport, at the same time, 
the refusal of Fitzsimmons to exhibit or tell 
the contents of the letter he received from 
the White House proves that the pugilist 
had more traits of a real gentleman than one 
would be apt to attribute to a man of his 




We have had occasion several times to in- 
sist upon the fact that wild animals and wild 
birds are only wild because they are perse- 
cuted. And we have cited numerous in- 
stances where ruffed grouse, quail and va- 
rious similar creatures, when unmolested, 
have become tame and mixed with the ani- 
mals in the farmyard. A Wabash corre- 
spondent to the Cincinnati Inquirer says, 
in confirmation of this, that Farmer Lit Lof- 
land had a quail's nest near his barnyard in 
which an old quail hatched a brood of little 
ones. No sooner were they out of the eggs 
than they proceeded to make themselves at 
home with the domestic fowl and continually 
followed the chickens around and, as far as 
appearances and actions went, they might 
have descended from as long a line of do- 
mesticated birds as the barnyard fowl them- 

According to The Maine Woods, certain 
Cumberland, Maine, hamlets are overrun 
with skunks. "Suits of clothes hang on the 
clothes-line for weeks without there being 
the slightest danger of their being stolen, 
and the air is filled with unmistakable skunk 
signs." They say that even the microbes 
have left the place, disgusted. 

It must be that some of our frenzied finan- 
ciers have taken refuge in these Cumberland 
towns to escape the investigating committees. 
It is probably their clothes that are hanging 
on the line. 

The other night when one of the members 
of the Camp Fire Club came home from one 
of the banquets of the club he found his wife 
waiting for him with that grim look on her 
face with which all married men who remain 
out nights are only too familiar. He tried to 
quietly slip up to his room, but his wife 
barred the way. 

"Pardon me, my dear," said the late 
camper, "I don't feel like talking tonight," 
and she replied, "Don't let that bother you 
at all, sir, I'll do all the talking tonight." And 
she did. 

There were no locks to his bedroom, but 
before his wife got half through he made a 
bolt for the door. 

"Will you, Mr. Jones," said she 
"Join me in a cup of tea?" 
"I should be delighted," said he. 
"But is there room for you and me?" 

Many a great American, like the late la- 
mented President Garfield, has built castles 
in his mind, although he used to drive a 
tandem team, with a canal boat hitched be- 

Little Lord Fauntleroy was about as un- 
American a character as was ever devised. 
He was a sissy sort of a little chap and the 
production of a feminine mind; but do not 
think that Recreation is hard upon the la- 
dies, for that is our weak spot. What we 
wanted to say is that the feminine traits 
belong to the feminine sex and not to ours. 
We well remember our first sweetheart, God 
bless her litle soul. She was twelve years 
old and inspired in us our first attempt to 
poetry in lines like this : 

Oh, Laura Dad, 

Pray don't get mad, 

At this harmless little rhyme, 

For we intend to ask your dad 

If you can't be our Valentine. 

And then there was that other girl, when 
we were but seventeen years old. She was 
one of those bargain-counter girls, age thirty- 
five marked down to nineteen and a half. 
Every time her name was mentioned our 
seventeen-year-old heart beat a tattoo upon 
our seventeen-year-old ribs. We thought 
she was the boss girl, and the man who mar- 
ried her tells us we are not in the least mis- 
taken, and that she's the boss now. 

Her father owned a bull terrier, and the 
dog did not waste any affection upon us, but 
the bargain-counter girl would say, "Re- 
member that nothing can hurt you. Don't 
you know that you are a Christian Scien- 
tist?" "Yes," was the reply. "That's all 
right, but the dash bull dog don't know it." 

Mr. Baines of the Bison Society, is a 
smart man and reminds us of what Uncle 
Enos said. "You see that nigger there? 
That's Booker Washington. He's the smart- 
est nigger in the whole world." "He's not 
as smart as the Lord," ventured Uncle Enos' 
wife. "No, dat's so, but he's young yet." 

'Tis said that intimacy breeds contempt, 
but certain supposititious nature writers' 
books show a contempt for nature which 
was never bred from intimacy. 


Editor Recreation: 

Which do you think would be the best 
load for wild ducks, geese, etc. ; the regular 
factory-loaded shell with 3% drams of some 
standard 'smokeless powder and i r /i ounces 
of chilled shot, or 3% drams of powder and 
only 1 ounce of shot? Do you think the 
latter would be too heavy for a 12-gauge 
gun ? 

Also, which is the best size of chilled shot 
to use on this kind of game. 

About what is the killing range of a good 
full-choke 12-gauge gun with a proper load 
in it? 

Which cartridge has the longest range and 
the greatest killing power, the .25-. 20 Win- 
chester C. T. or the .32-.20 Winchester C. T. 
loaded with smokeless powder and soft-nose 

I have hunted duck a few times, but al- 
ways used a rifle. I am going to* buy an 
Ithaca hammerless for the spring shooting 
and I don't believe I can do better in picking 
a shotgun. I will close, wishing you good 
success for the New Year. 

H. G. Price, Dayton, O. 

The best load for duck and geese in your 
gun would probably be 3^ drams, or its 
equivalent of any standard smokeless pow- 
der and \Y% ounces of chilled shot. The 
other load would produce a very scattered, 
irregular pattern. 

The best size shot would probably be No. 
5. The killing range of a good 12-gauge is 
usually put at 40 yards. The .25-.20 Win- 
chester has more than 100 feet greater ve- 
locity than the .32-.20; but not quite so much 
killing power, namely, 323 foot pounds 
against 352 foot pounds.— Editor. 


Jan. 1, 1906. 
Editor Recreation: 

It seems to me that there must be more 
unanimity as to the ideal revolver before the 
Colt people will undertake to make the sort 
everyone is writing about. Many seem to 
forget that there are some fine guns made 
nowadays. I do not see why the makers 
do not make the military revolver with a 
single action, and, at the same time, I confess 
that my S. & W. Special 38 calibre, with 

4-lb. trigger pull, made without creep, is a 
very ideal revolver. 

I would remind Mr. Lyman, in regard to 
the reduced load for S. & W. Special, that 
the revolver championship was recently won 
with 38 S. & W. Special, loaded with the 
Ideal bullet No. 36,072, no grains, and 2^4 
grains "Bullseye" powder. He could not do 
'better than to try it. I do not care to try 
the round ball. Very satisfactory results are 
obtained with the regular conical bullet, 157 
grains, or the hollow base, 150 grains, or the 
Peters mid-range, 114 grains, and 2^-grain 
Bullseye, or 5-grain Du Ponte rifle powder, 
or L. & R. Marksman, 5-grain. 

I do not see why anyone wants to use 
black powder in the revolver, but if Mr. 
Lyman chooses to use black powder use the 
70-grain round ball and 6 grains of powder. 
By all means, try Bullseye and the mid-range 

I note with interest that I do not see or 
hear of Anderton, Sayre, Hudson, Mimmels- 
baugh and the rest of the experts calling for 
a new revolver. When I can master the gun 
I now have I may consider calling for im- 
provements in a revolver. At present I need 
to improve myself. The gun is O. K. 

I would suggest to C. A. Thomas that the 
load of Bullseye in S. & W. Special 38 is_ 3 
grains and in 44 Russian is 4 grains, while 
in the 38 long Colt 3%. to 3V2 grains are 
needed to get the proper upset for long- 
range accuracy. 

W. M. Robertson. 


Editor Recreation: 

In your January issue "Black Duck" asks 
information in regard to shotguns for duck 
shooting. There are several good guns for 
that kind of shooting, but my choice is the 
Winchester repeating shotgun, 30-inch bar- 
rel, 12 gauge, weight 7^4 pounds. A good 
load for ducks is 28 grains Laflin & Rand 
"Infallible" smokeless and 1% ounces of No. 
4 shot. 

I should like to hear from users of the 
Savage rifle. I have one, .32-. 40 calibre, full 
octagon-barrel pistol-grip stock, fitted with 
three Lyman sights. It is the finest shooting 
gun I ever saw. 

Henry Thomas, Ava, N, Y. 





Editor Recreation : 

In the January Recreation, Bros. Lyman 
and Thomas inquired about light loads, and 
I am glad to send the ones that have been 
giving satisfaction to myself and other mem- 
bers of the Louisville Revolver Club. I use 
bullet No. 429,105 for .44 Russian, and No. 
36,072 for the S. & W. .38 Special (Ideal 
moulds) ; make bullets pretty hard. L. & R. 
"Bullseye" powder, and set my Universal 
powder measure at 7 grains for the .44 and 
$ l / 2 grains for the .38 Special. This will give 
about 2.8 and 2.2 grains weight respectively. 
The regular loads of "Bullseye" for these 
calibres are 4 grains for the .44 and 3 grains 
for the .38, of course with the regular heavy 
bullets. These loads are accurate and clean. 

The sights have to be raised slightly with 
all light or gallery loads. 

If Bro. Lyman prefers black powder, let 
him get Hazard F.F.G. rifle, 7 grains; seat 
round bullet on powder, melt lubricant and 
pour around edges of bullet. This is accu- 
rate at short distances, but is awfully dirty. 
That is my main objection to black powder 
in revolver shooting. Shoot five shells filled 
with black powder, and you can hardly see 
through the barrel of your gun. On the 
other hand, I will use 40 or 50 shells to- 
night (our regular shooting night) loaded 
with "Bullseye," and I don't even take a 
wiper along. When I get home I shall run a 
greasy rag several times through the barrel 
and chambers, and there you are. 

By the way, I killed eight turkeys and one 
goose in thirty-two shots, distance 225 yards, 
with a .38 Special S. & W. revolver on our 
New Year's Day shooting match. Did I have 
on my shooting clothes? Well! 



Editor Recreation: 

I am a reader of Recreation, and think it 
is a fine sporting magazine. I am very much 
interested in the gun and ammunition de- 
partment. I use an Ithaca hammerless shot- 
gun and three drams of Dupont smokeless 
powder and one and one-eighth ounces of 
number six shot loaded in Peters' target 
shells, and think both gun and load first class. 
Ervin J. Robinson, Wayland, N. Y. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have taken a great deal of pleasure in 
reading the six-shooter talk now appearing 
in Recreation, and having had some experi- 
ence with "belt guns," I'm coming in, too. I 
hayc seen and used nearly every revolver 
made in this country. And the one that suits 
me best is the Bisley model. 

The only thing that I don't like about it is 
that it is a little slow in loading. If we could 

get it made in swing-out cylinder, I think we 
would have an ideal belt gun. I think the 
hammer and stock of the Bisley model much 
better than the old Frontier. If we could 
only get it made in this form and with 
smokeless steel barrel, I would prefer a 
.32-20 or a .38 S. & W. special, with 5^ or 6 
in barrel. A. A. Gyes, Anamoose, N. D. 


Editor Recreation: 

As I'm a great lover of Recreation I 
have been reading a great deal of the Smith 
& Wesson .38 special. I wish one of your 
readers would kindly explain to me what this 
revolver will do if given the proper test on 
hardwood, as I wish to purchase one. And 
if a 6-in. barrel will be satisfactory for tar- 
get; and also to carry in holster belt? 

I'm in favor of the Colt's arms, especially 
the .38 L. Colt's ; but the handle of the Colt's 
is too large and thick for my hand. The .38 
S. & W. fits much better. 

I have a .32 automatic Colt's, pocket model, 
and it shoots well, although I never gave it 
the proper test. 

F. A. Tencate, Martin's Ferry, O. 


Editor Recreation : 

I will try and give the inquiring brother 
an answer to his inquiry in regard to shot- 
guns for duck shooting, as far as my ex- 
perience goes. Still, others may not come to 
the same conclusion as I have, and yet I 
have been years coming to it. 

I have used almost everything from a 
musket up to the latest improved hammer- 
less; shot all kinds of loads with black and 
smokeless powders ; shot from BB to 8 for 
duck and geese, and my experience is this : 
What does a man want to carry a cannon 
around for? unless he is as Capt. Graham 
says, through Rerceation's columns, a novice 
shooting at a mass of flapping wings, and 
nothing dropping. 

That is what we call flock shooting, here, 
with a flock gun. I have used 10-gauge and 
12-gauge, and at present use a 7*A 16-gauge 
Ithaca 30 in. barrel ; both barrels full choke 
and chambered for the 2^4 in. shell. 

I will take my little 16 and kill a duck, 
when all the big guns get through shooting. 
Pick out your birds and get them, that's 
what I call shooting. Any clown can take a 
cannon, put a handful of shot in, and hold 
it on a bunch, and then only once in awhile 
get one, and moralize : "Now that's funny. 
I held sight on to them. I know I did, and 
still no duck." Moral : Pick your bird, lead 
him the proper distance, and success will fol- 

In regard to proper loads no one can 
specify one for any gun. That you must de- 



termine yourself after you get a gun with 
a good pair of 30 in. barrels, for those seem 
to give the best results, when properly full 
choke bored, and true to gauge. Some guns 
handle No. 5, some No. 6 or No. 7, others 
even No. 8. I have killed mallards at 30 and 
35 yards with No. 8, too dead to flop a wing ; 
still I do not insist all guns will do it, but I 
claim any properly bored full choke will do 
it, though only 16 or even 20 gauge, and 
when a 16-gauge will do as well as a 10 or a 
12-gauge, why is not the 16-gauge superior? 
They are not so clumsy as most heavier guns 
are, and are easily and quickly handled. 

This hint I can give you : Test your gun 
and see if it is full choked. If a 16-gauge, 
take a load as follows : 2^2 drachms good 
smokeless or black powder, nitro shell, 1 
card wad, 3 ordinary black edge wads and 1 
ounce No. 6 or No. 7, whichever is con- 
venient, and one thin card wad over shot. 
Now set up a board 1 inch thick, any size 
will do, if Dig enough, so that it won't split. 
Measure off 21 feet, stand on the 21-foot 
line, and if your gun will punch a hole clean 
through the board with the centre of the 
charge and only a few shot scatter to about 
a distance of about 4 or 4^2 inches, the gun 
is perfect, and if not, make up your mind 
a gun that will scatter shot over a circle 8 or 
10 inches in diameter at 21 feet, will at 40 
yards scatter them all over a 40-acre field. 
In other words, . will make a better seeder 
than duck gun. 

After you have got your gun you must 
formulate your own load by trying different 
sizes of shot and different charges of pow- 
der, sticking to the one you think the best. 
Larger loads of powder scatter shot most, 
but have greater velocity and penetration; 
less powder, less penetration and closer pat- 
tern. Too much shot increases recoil. No 
shotgun is a sure killer over 40 yards. As far 
as gauge is concerned I would not go back 
to a 10 or 12-gauge for all the guns you 
could give me. This is my experience. I 
should like to hear of others on the subject. 
W. T. S., Rock Island, 111. 

LOADS FOR THE .25-.20. 

Editor Recreation: 

After quite a little experimenting with dif- 
ferent powders and bullets I have succeeded 
in working out a very fine load for the Win- 
chester and Marlin .25-. 20 rifles. I get a great 
deal of pleasure and help from reading the 
"Guns and Ammunition" department in Rec- 
reation, and if my experience will help any 
brother sportsman I'll give it most willingly. 

For my .25-.20 load I use s l A grains weight, 
Ideal measure No. 5, set at 10 grains of new 
E. C, and a 77-grain bullet of the 25720 
(Ideal) series, cast 1 to 20. For the Marlin 
rifle I would cast the bullet 1 to 16, as the 
twist is a little quicker. 

Now don't condemn the load because it is 
a shotgun smokeless. Try it first. 

If Van Allen Lyman will try about 1^2 to 
2 grains weight of Bull's-eye behind a round 
ball in his .38 S. & W. special, I think he 
will find about what he is looking for. If he 
uses the Ideal measure No. 5 it should be 
set at four grains for the two-grain weight 
load. I would appreciate it very much if 
some Recreation reader would give me his 
experience with Du Pont No. 2 smokeless in 
the .32 S. & W. long, hard-ejector revolver. 
I use this revolver and cartridge a great deal 
for light work, and if there is a better load 
than the one I use I want to know it. I use 
two-grain weight Bull's-eye and a 98-grain 
bullet. Jas. A. McPheeters. 

We would caution our readers to be very 
careful how they use shotgun powder in a 
rifle. — Ed. 


Editor Recreation : 

I am a reader of your book, and keep "up" 
when I can, and I find your letters under the 
head of "Guns and Ammunition" very inter- 
esting and amusing. Of course I have to 
laugh at some remarks in regard to the size 
of revolver used in the east; and in regards 
to the remark "carrying a revolver." Half the 
people in Texas and the Indian Territory 
don't know what that means. It's "Toting a 
Gun" here, and the little "Roastology" from 
Mr. Josh Bell, of Chicago (in the January 
number), was very good, and he knows a 
little, too, about guns; that is, I don't think 
he'd start out hunting with a "revolver" with 
the expectation of bringing in enough to 
"make a pan smell," but he has the right 
idea about a gun, and he says for self-de- 
fense give him a .45 Colt's single-action. 
You might as well try to sell a gold brick in 
Texas and Indian Territory as anything but 
a .45 single-action Colt's. And speaking of 
gold bricks, you haven't heard of any being 
sold in Texas in the last two or three years. 
Getting wise, aren't we? Nonetheless, I en- 
joy reading the different remarks, and would 
like to see more interest taken under the 
head of "Hunting Dog," as I am a fancier 
and have done some nice work this season in 
training, and you can look to hear from me 
soon on that subject. I am no gun man, but 
a dog man. Hal Sims, Denison, Tex. 


Editor Recreation : 

If Mr. Van Allen Lyman uses the reload- 
ing tools made by Smith & Wesson, I would 
be pleased to have him try a load I have 
worked out for the .38 S. & W. special and 
find it quite satisfactory and exceedingly 
cheap. I use Winchester black powder shells, 
No. 6, V. M. C. primers, two grains of Laf- 



lin & Rand bull's-eye powder, and Tatham's 
No. 85 buckshot. 

Driving the No. 85 shot through the re- 
loader with the long plunger cuts off a light 
ring of lead and swedges into a regular 
shape about 70 per cent, of the more or less 
irregular buckshot. It also leaves a band 
around the ball exceeding y& of an inch in 
breadth. This band takes the rifling of the 
barrel, and with a little tallow for lubricant 
I get better results than from the carefully 
moulded round bullets I formerly made. The 
cost of this load is less than 35 cents per 
100. Lee J. Mills, Brooklyn, N. Y. 

loaded with 3 drams smokeless powder and 
1% ounce No. 5 chilled shot. He will have 
an excellent combination and one hard to 
beat, and if he holds right he will have few 
crippled ducks. 

F. Allan Kinsey, Essex, Iowa. 


Editor Recreation: 

I see in your January issue a gentleman 
who signed himself "Black Duck" wants to 
know the "best type of gun for duck shoot- 
ing, with details as to gauge, length of bar-' 
rels, weight, and loads." 

Of course, every hunter has his own pecu- 
liar ideas about guns, loads, etc. But my 
own experience is as follows : For a good 
many years I used the old 12-gauge muzzle 
loader, until the repeaters and breech loaders 
came into use, when I got me a 16-gauge 
Winchester with 28-in. barrel. It was a good 
little gun, but it had its faults, and it did 
not suit me. I sold it and next got an Ithaca 
double-barrel hammerless, 30-in. barrels, 
weight 7% pounds. 

Then for almost four years I thought I 
was satisfied. It was as good a shooting gun 
as I ever saw, and just here let me say that 
I think the Ithaca people put out the best 
gun for the amount of money expended of 
any double-barrel gun on the market to-day. 
But the longer I used my Ithaca double-bar- 
rel the more dissatisfied I got with it; per- 
haps the fault was mine, but this was my ob- 
jection: Lots c f times when hunting ducks I 
would make a kill with my first barrel and 
cripple with the second, and then nine times 
out of ten the crippled duck would get away. 
So I wanted a gun to make sure of my sec- 
ond bird. So I traded my Ithaca for a new 
Marlin repeater 12-gauge, 30-in. barrel, 
weight J%. pounds. I have used this gun for 
some time now, and I think it the most per- 
fect gun I ever saw. It shoots just as well 
as the Ithaca did and never fails to extract a 
shell and reload. I makes no difference how 
fast one may fire, and the balance is just as 
good as any double-barrel gun made. 

Some people like the Winchester repeater 
the best, but as I have owned both, I prefer 
the Marlin. The shooting qualities of the 
two guns I think are equal, gauge for gauge, 
as the barrels are the same. So I would ad- 
vise my friend if he wants the best all-round 
duck gun on the market to-day to get a Mar- 
lin 12 gauge, 30 inch barrels, 7% pounds, and 
use the Winchester Leader or Repeater shell 


Editor Recreation : 

I have been reading Recreation lately, and 
am interested in everything in it, from the 
front page to the back. I should like to be 
one of its writers, and the only way I know 
of is to "butt" right in, and ask you to do the 
rest. As a starter I should like to discuss the 
proposed single-action revolver for the .38 
special cartridge. 

I have enjoyed the "thinks" of my brother 
hunters on the revolver, as I am a fiend on 
the aforesaid arm. I have handled guns and 
revolvers ever since I got out of my cradle, 
and always expect to until I go back again 
in my second childhood. 

I have used many kinds and makes of re- 
volvers, from the old muzzle loader up to the 
new 1905 model Smith & Wesson .38 special 
military revolver, one of which I own, and 
from my experience and point of view it is 
the very elite of revolvers. I have shot ' it 
many times in all kinds of weather and at all 
kinds of things and have never found it 
"asleep" (so to speak). It is the finest all- 
around arm for either target or hunting large 
or small game. I can shoot with it just as 
well as with a rifle, and for game up to deer 
I much prefer it. I like a single-action re- 
volver for common, every-day hunting and 
target shooting, for the trigger pull is much 
softer and one is not so apt to pull the sights 
off the game. But there comes a time in most 
big game hunters' lives when they have to 
"pump them in" again at short range, or 
never see home again. Then, I say, the 
double-action is "just the thing." Neverthe- 
less, I want my name added to the petition 
which is being sent by all the men that prom- 
ise to buy one or more when they are brought 
out. I hope I am not too late to have my 
name added. 

I agree, as the rest do, .to having it made 
on the same frame as the old .45 Colt, weigh- 
ing 32 ounces, 6^2 inch barrel, the cyl- 
inders centering in three places, as it does in 
the military model, and made of the best 
smokeless steel, so that either smokeless pow- 
der or black could be used. I have no fault 
to find with the Colt, for it has come through 
most stringent tests and has never been found 
wanting in the least. But taking the Colt 
new army, or any of them, and comparing 
them with the new S. & W. military model, 
point for point, I think (and many with 
me) that the S. & W. is the nearest to per- 
fection of any arm now made. 

I am sure that whatever firm makes the 
new revolver, they will be more than repaid 


for their trouble. I think the S. & W. people 
pay more attention to detail work than the 
Colt. They inlay with harder steel every 
notch in the cylinder, thus making it wear 
longer, and therefore it fits tighter longer. I 
hope this will be published, as I am anxious 
to see the new gun made and in use. Every 
little bit helps, you know. 

J. S. Kirtland, Pittsburg, Pa. 


Editor Recreation : 

Would you think a peep-sight with an open 
rear-sight would work better than a peep- 
sight without the rear-sight on a .22 repeater? 

Recreation is lots better since you have 
taken it. Joihn Barny, Lester, Wash. 

A rear-sight is in the way when a peep- 
sight is in use. The only admissible rear- 
sight is one that folds like the No. 6 Lyman. 


Editor Recreation : 

As to the many opinions of the proper style 
of a 'belt revolver : Now, I have spent some 
years in the woods and on the trail, and have 
had several belt guns, as Colt's 38 and 44. But 
there is always a longing for something dif- 
ferent than the market affords ; so I will sug- 
gest this : You wish to knock over a grouse or 
a rabbit for lunch, or peg away for pleas- 
ure, and at the same time not be burdened 
by extra weight. Now, I believe these wants 
would be rilled by a gun built on the lines 
of a Colt's new police of about twenty-five 
ounces in a six-inch barrel and of a .25-. 20 
Marlin high-velocity cartridge ; and this lit- 
tle gun is large enough to kill all game up 
to deer. 

As for a gun for the woods in the wild 
sense, for a prospector, hunter or herder, 
there is nothing better than the old 44 or 45, 
with the grip or stock that suits ; and for 
quick and good 'work the 5^-inch barrel is 
good. But stay with the old 7^2-inch barrel 
and single action for finer work. 

Now again, I have owned two new army 
.38 Colt's, and now have one, and will sell 
same at one-half price. They are not large 
enough for lions nor small enough for sport. 

A Prospector. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have been a reader of Recreation for a 
number of years, and think it is better now 
than it used to he. 

I would like to ask you where I could get 
rules for a rifle clufb, and where I could get 
targets. Chas. H. Pool, Antigo, Wis. 

Write to the Stevens Arms Co., Chicopee 
Falls, Mass. 


Editor Recreation : 

A side-arm, to excel and be more perfect 
than either revolver or automatic pistol, must 
be an arm in which the undesirable features 
of both weapons have been eliminated. 

In both the revolver and automatic pistol 
there are two undesirable features in partic- 
ular to he disposed of. 

In case of the revolver, they are the unnec- 
essary weight of the cylinder, and the inac- 
curacy and waste of energy caused by the 
escape of gases between cylinder and barrel 
(this is added to by the liability to shaved 
bullets, a cause of inaccuracy). 

In case of the automatic, the most unde- 
sirable feature is the great sensitiveness 
through the necessarily delicate construction 
of an automatic arm, within the limits of size 
and weight of a side-arm, and the need of 
scrupulous care and cleanliness, usually quite 
impossible to give under conditions such as 
are generally encountered in actual use. An- 
other undesirable feature is the danger con- 
nected with the use of a side-arm of the 
self-loading type; in a gun or rifle, this dan- 
ger is greatly diminished. 

Now an arm, which would do away with 
these four undesirable features of the re- 
volver, and the automatic, and would be- 
sides eliminate the danger arising from an 
outside hammer, would be an arm construct- 
ed according to the following principles, with 
slight variations : 

The arm should be made hammerless, with 
5 to 8 cartridges in the hollow handle, sup- 
ported by a spring; which cartridges are to 
be held in clips as in the automatic pistols. 
By a pull of the trigger (which pull may be 
made as long as necessary), the inclosed 
hammer is cocked, the empty shell is extract- 
ed, and a new cartridge is permitted to slip 
from the magazine into the chamber, pro- 
pelled by the magazine spring. When the 
hammer has been pulled to its fullest extent, 
it catches on a slight projection, and the trig- 
ger returns to the position of rest, and by a 
slight pull on the same the projection hold- 
ing the hammer is raised, the hammer is re- 
leased, and the arm is discharged. (The trig- 
ger pull is to be regulated by a tension screw, 
and it will be thus possible to make it as 
sensitive as the owner desires.) 

All things being as well designed as pos- 
sible, this arm ought to be extremely accu- 
rate, embodying the good features of both re- 
volver and automatic, and lacking the un- 
desirable ones. 

These principles could be worked into the 
successor of the revolver and the automatic, 
and the resulting pistol would be the arm of 
the future. 

A. W., Milwaukee. 



Artistic and practical development of the 
motor car have not been the sole results of 
the holding of automobile shows in New 
York. The show itself has passed from the 
stage of crude display to a thing of beauty, 
which splendidly exhibits the temper of the 
people to employ all that modern ingenuit}' 
can devise to beautify and elaborate great 
public expositions, for after all the auto- 
mobile show is little short of an exposition. 

The double display which was held in New 
York this year — the show at Madison Square 
Garden, composed of the cars of the Selden- 
ites, and that held at the Sixty-ninth Regi- 
ment Armory, wherein the anti-Seldenites 
exhibited their wares — was by far the largest 
of its kind ever held in the world. 

Very fortunately for the automobile con- 
cerns the two great buildings are so close 
together that their immediate nearness was 
an incentive for sightseers to visit both, 
rather than go to one and omit calling upon 
the other. It was early learned that the 
curious minded, who sauntered at their ease 
through the aisles of the Garden, were so 
much impressed by what they saw that they 
could not forbear turning just down the 
corner to look over the cars in the Armory, 
and what was true of those who first visited 
the Garden was equally as true of those who 
happened to pay their first pilgrimage to the 

The first automobile show which was ever 
held in New York was an experiment, and 
there were some motor builders who averred 
that it was a foolish and, to their minds, 
unnecessarily costly experiment. It is some 
satisfaction to those who were interested in 
the original show to know that the primary 
objectors are now among the most enthusi- 
astic regarding the value of motor car ex- 

It is well recalled that one of the most 
prominent automobile makers in America, 
when first talked with regarding a motor 
show in New York, declared that it was 
about the silliest proposition which had been 
promulgated by American promoters. "Who 
in the world," said he, "is going to pay ad- 
mission to see what somebody else has to 
sell, and who is going to patronize a show of 
this kind where there is nothing for sale 
less than $1,000. You haven't got popula- 
tion enough in New York, as great as it is, 
to make an automobile show successful." Yet 
he finally went in, and at the last two shows 

there has been no exhibit more complete 
than his, and if what some of his employes 
say is true, there is no maker who has prof- 
ited more than he by the opportunity to place 
his wares before the public. 

Visitors called the automobile shows "rival 
fairylands" this year. The interior of the 
Garden was a white and gold palace, all 
pillars and colonnades, through which 
gleamed a myriad of incandescent lights that 
brightly illuminated the interior without that 
garish effect so much dreaded by women in 
evening gowns of light shades. 

In the Armory, the general color scheme 
was dark green, but the tasteful expertness 
of some genius had lighted the sombreness 
of the background with an edge of gold, and 
strange as it may appear, society belles of 
blonde texture and society belles with a 
gypsy touch of the brunette, both found their 
beauty rather enhanced than otherwise with- 
in the Armory's interior, and quite needless 
to say were warmly enthusiastic about pay- 
ing it court. 

Where clumsy disorder had scattered ma- 
chines over the ground space without any 
special regard to classification or convenience 
for spectators in the past, a well regulated 
floor plan this year not only grouped the cars 
in symmetrical order, but provided wide and 
spacious aisles through which the visitors to 
the show made their way and in which they 
were enabled to examine the various cars at 
their leisure. 

Just a word as to who visited the automo- 
bile show. When the idea of the show was 
first suggested the motor car had not arrived 
at its present distinction in the United States. 
In fact, there were not a few, and there ex- 
ist a very few to-day, who were disposed to 
look upon it as some sort of a modern jug- 
gernaut, primarily a rich man's toy, and 
secondarily an irresponsible accessory to 
more danger in navigating the highways of 
the country than existed before its invention. 

So it was thought that only the automobile 
enthusiasts might be expected as patrons of 
the manufacturers. It is true that all the 
automobile enthusiasts were there, but they 
brought their friends with them, and in addi- 
tion to those came the hundreds bent more 
on curiosity than anything else. They wanted 
to see a motor car at close quarters, not be- 
ing possessors of one themselves, but hearing 
so much about them that it aroused their in- 

But see how a little oil may spread! Pre- 

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sumably one-half of the visitors to the auto- 
mobile shows this year were persons who are 
not possessed of the means to purchase a 
motor car, and may not ever acquire a com- 
petence that shall make them owners, but 
for all that they knew so much about cars 
that they surprised the manufacturers and 
their assistants, and Colonel Pope, speaking 
of the future of the automobile, remarked, 
"We have nothing to fear so long as the 
general public takes to the motor car in this 

Nor did all the visitors come from New 
York by any means. One western man, who 
is an agent for motor cars in Cleveland, said 
that not less than one hundred citizens in 
that thriving manufacturing centre, had ar- 
ranged their winter leisure so as to be in 
New York during automobile week, in order 
that they might see the latest models and 
profit by the latest inventions. 

Other motor car enthusiasts were present 
from Chicago, St. Louis, Philadelphia, Balti- 
more, Boston, Pittsburg, in fact almost every 
city of importance throughout the United 
States. Therefore, the automobile show 
must pay. Whatever is attraction enough to 
induce humanity to travel 2,000 miles to see 
it cannot be written a failure even in these 
days of large exhibitive enterprises. The 
manufacturer must have learned that there is 
profit to be gained by being represented at 
the show, or he would quickly withdraw and 
omit the expense to which he is put by pub- 
licly putting his wares before the public of a 
nation for critical examination in immediate 
comparison with others. 

No radical departures in models or con- 
struction were shown in either the Garden 
or the Armory. More and more the Ameri- 
can manufacturers are conforming to the de- 
signs of the foreign machines in style, and 
not a few of them have quite equalled their 
strongest competitors in the symmetry of 
their cars and the grade of their outlines. 

The general tendency this season is fo 
lengthen the bases and here and there Ameri- 
can ingenuity in mechanics has improved on 
the devices which have to do directly with 
the operation of the cars. It was particularly 
noticeable that all machines equipped with the 
direct starter — eliminating the crank — at- 
tracted earnest attention. The avoidance of 
cranking appeals to every motorist who real- 
izes its awkwardness. Furthermore, the 
crank has had its disadvantages in the past 
owing to the "kick back" in which many a 
staid machine has indulged to the unex- 
pected annoyance of the owner. It seems 
only a question of time before the crank will 
have become a thing of the past, and the car 
will be in complete control of the driver from 
the seat of the machine. 

Take the exhibits of the shows as a whole 
this season and it may be said truthfully that 
they established a standard for evolution in 
higher finish and general luxury. The suc- 

cessful operation of motor cars is now a 
settled fact. That being conceded, builders 
have devoted their energies to improving 
them with a hundred and one accessories 
which add to their general convenience. 

As an instance, the Decauville people but 
recently shipped to a wealthy fruit grower in 
the West a car built to suit his necessities in 
traveling from one portion of his large es- 
tate to another. The interior is equipped 
with a desk, a press for clothing, and a half 
dozen other traveling necessities which al- 
most render it a hotel on wheels. It needed 
but a small grill to make the owner inde- 
pendent of weather and distance. 

Cars were shown at the New York shows 
which were provided with the little things 
for personal comfort in which femininity de- 
lights, and over these the women visitors 
lingered with longing eyes. There is nothing 
which the gentler sex better likes in traveling 
than to have immediately at hand those little 
adjuncts which permit women to look ever 
at their best, no matter how tedious or how 
fatiguing a journey may have been, and when 
a woman feels that she can step from her 
car with the traces of travel quite obliterated, 
fortunate the builder who has provided for 
her comfort, for he has won a most faithful 

A general estimate placed the number of 
visitors at the shows in New York at 175,- 
000. These paid admissions. There were 
hundreds of others whose claims from a 
business standpoint eliminated the necessity 
of admission. But they were a part of the 
displays nevertheless. 

A careful and conservative estimate, made 
by a man who is competent to form such a 
conclusion, is that at least $5,000,000 worth 
of cars were contracted for during the week 
of the shows in New York. Of this amount 
perhaps three-fourths was for cars which 
were sold in the Garden. The foreign agents 
in that show were particularly happy at the 
outcome of their week's transactions. 

Twenty of the exhibitors in the Garden, 
and fully half as many in the Armory, dis- 
posed of their entire outputs for 1906 to deal- 
ers and agents. This, of course, is in excess 
of the presumable actual cash sales which 
were noted above. What more striking ar- 
gument could be adduced for the success of 
the automobile show, which has grown to 
such a wonderful trade market for the dis- 
posal of goods? 

It is true that the present immediate de- 
mand for cars is strong because their util- 
ity has been demonstrated and their con- 
venience has impressed itself upon the 
wealthier classes of the public which can af- 
ford to purchase them. But that it is strong 
to the verge of creating an unnatural de- 
mand is a question which is not to be ans- 
wered in a hurry. 

There are some manufacturers who try to 
apply the lesson of the bicycle to the auto- 



mobile. They cite how all the American 
public went hysterical over the wheel, and 
how at last the bottom of the bicycle market 
dropped so completely out that some builders 
never have reached it yet. They fear a like 
result in the automobile business, but after 
all this may be much unwarranted, as the 
automobile is rapidly developing into a mod- 
ern necessity, while the bicycle at its best 
could hardly be designated as other than a 
personal comfort or athletic luxury. 

The only automobile manufacturers who 
are likely to be caught napping in trade cir- 
cles are those who are not so energetic as 
their neighbors in keeping up fully with the 
improvements which are bound to be made 
as the science of motoring grows nearer the 

Just as a straw, showing the direction of 
the wind in regard to the present popularity 
of the automobile, it may be cited that the 
Packard Company very recently sent broad- 
cast an offer of $3,600 for every one of its 
$4,000 1906 cars which was returned to its 
agents, as the demand for them is so great 
that the factory cannot turn out the machines 
fast enough. Of all the hundreds of ma- 
chines which had been delivered but two 
were sent back. Consider the Packard con- 
cern as but one item in the making of auto- 
mobiles, and then marvel at the immense 
magnitude of the present trade which culti- 
vates a demand like that. 

Following the New York shows usually 
come those of other cities, and in spite of 
the fact that the demand would seem to have 
been exhausted when New York had finished, 
the manufacturers say that results are so 
good in giving shows in other cities that they 
are fully justified in placing their wares pub- 
licly on view in Philadelphia, Boston and 
Chicago. Even smaller local shows are held, 
and at those the public is found still faith- 
fully pursuing its hunt for information con- 
cerning working details and constructive ma- 

While the speed feature never is particu- 
larly prominent at the automobile shows, it 
is a corollary of the exhibits, since the Flor- 
ida races always follow the New York gath- 
ering of motor enthusiasts. 

It is true that prospective buyers frequently 
linger longer with those manufacturers whose 
machines are known to have made speed 
records, for even if the buyer is not speed- 
mad himself, nor ever likely to be, it gives 
him gratification to be possessed of a car 
similar in general construction to that which 
happens to hold some great record. 

There is always a justifiable amount of 
pride on the part of an owner whose ma- 
chine is of the type which captured the Van- 
derbilt cup, the Gordon-Bennett cup, or some 
event of like importance, and when his 
envious friends, who know little about 
motoring except as they read in the daily 
newspapers of the results of the interna- 

tional races, query him as to the make of 
the car which he owns, he can be pardoned 
for being a trifle elated if it happens to be a 
I'anhard-Levassor, a Darracq, a Richard 
B raster, or some car to which like fame at- 

Speed racing this year in Florida assumed 
more than usual importance because both 
Lancia, the famous Italian driver, and Hem- 
ery, winner of the Vanderbilt cup last year, 
came to America to take part in the contests 
on the Ormond beach. 

There is a great deal of good natured 
rivalry between these men. Lancia unques- 
tionably would have won the Vanderbilt cup 
in 1905 had it not been for the collision with 
the unlucky Christie on the narrow back 
stretch. As it was Hemery, who had been 
pushing along at a uniform pace throughout 
the race, finished in front, in spite of the des- 
perate effort which Lancia made to recover 
the ground which he had lost. 

In conversation after he had landed in New 
York this winter Lancia was asked if he 
thought that a car ever would be built which 
would be able to run at an average rate of less 
than a mile a minute over a route, say, of 300 
miles. He shrugged his shoulders expres- 
sively and said, ''Who knows? How long 
since it was deemed impossible for the auto- 
mobile to make a mile in less than a minute. 
Now behold what it does. But I don't think 
that I should like to drive a car in a road 
race at a speed much higher than a mile a 
minute. The risk is great now. Think what 
it would be with the speed accelerated one- 
third. What time would there be for the 
driver to think? What time to act? How 
would it be possible to make the turns about 
which now a rapidly moving car slides at al- 
most incontrollable angles? For me, who 
cares little for speed, I think it would be bet- 
ter to attempt such a race on some road or 
course where there would be better surround- 
ings for the development of speed. Some ask 
what racing is for. In the first place, to show 
what men can do to increase ability to travel, 
and in the second place to prove the substan- 
tiability of the machines. If a car can run at 
the rate of one mile a minute, and not break 
down, it is evident that it is well constructed. 
Therefore a speed trial has been of advantage 
to the maker of such a machine. That is my 

New York has witnessed an attempt on the 
part of the chaffeurs of the state and city to 
do something toward putting their occupa- 
tion on a better standing. A few reckless 
and unscrupulous chauffeurs have done ten 
times more to create a false opinion on the 
part of the public in regard to automobiles 
than all the owners combined. 

Proprietors of garages throughout the city 
do their best to keep the chauffeurs under 
restraint, but where an owner will not be 
bothered with the checking system, which 
keeps accurate account of every time that a 



machine is taken out, the drivers are apt to 
smuggle the car through the doors during the 
evening hours to take some of their boon 
companions out for a lark. If it ends in in- 
toxication, as usually seems to be the case, 
the inevitable result is a collision on the high- 
way, or running some innocent pedestrian 
down, with a tine damage bill as the outcome. 
If the chauffeurs, who are thoroughly re- 
spectable and very earnest in keeping up the 
standard of their calling, are as successful as 
they hope to be with their new organization, 
it will be impossible for a driver who mis- 
behaves to secure employment by a reliable 

A new clubhouse is to he built by the 
Motor Boat Club of America this spring. 
It will be near 112th street, on the Hudson 
River, and it is expected that the building 
will be ready for occupancy 'by July 4th. 

The clubhouse will cost $50,000. Although 
organized only last October the Motor Boat 
Club of America has one hundred members, 
including the owners of some of the fastest 
boats built in this country. The club will 
be represented in the international races this 
year by the i5ohp. motorboat Dixie, built 
last year by E. R. Thomas. This boat has 
covered twenty-eight miles in an hour. The 
Dixie is equipped with 8-cylinder simplex 
motor and will be the fastest American boat 
ever sent across the Atlantic. 

The present officers of the Motor Boat 
Club of America are : 

Commodore, A. D. Proctor Smith; Vice Commo- 
dore, Frederick Sterry; Rear Commodore, George J. 
Gillig; Secretary, Hugh S. Gambel; Treasurer, 
Charles Francis; Fleet Captain, Joseph S. Bunting; 
Fleet Surgeon, Seymour Oppenheimer, M.D.; Meas- 
urer, Francis W. Belknap; Board of Governors, Ed- 
ward R. Thomas, Howard Gould, William B. Hay- 
den, H. H. Behse, John J. Amory, and George J. 
Vestner, and the officers. 

The first annual banquet and smoker of 
the Oshkosh Power Boat Club was held at 
the Revere House, Oshkosh, recently. 

Before the banquet proper a business ses- 
sion was held, and the officers for the ensu- 
ing year were elected as follows : 

Commodore, William Faber; Vice Commodore, R. 
Herbert Pew; Secretary, George Mueller; Treas- 
urer, H. F. Gibson; Fleet Captain, William Engle; 
Lieutenant Fleet Captain, William Doman; Meas- 
urer, George Overton; Chaplain, Rev. A. M. Ayres, 
Advisory Board, Samuel Hawthorne, chairman; R. 
B. Anger, H. W. Petrie. 

The club house will be built along the Fox 
River, a committee of six having been ap- 
pointed to take up the question of the build- 

The editor of Recreation, whose log house 
in Pike County, Pennsylvania, is the undis- 

puted pioneer log house built for the pur- 
poses of a summer home, and who has for 
years pointed out the absurdity of the pal- 
aces in the woods masquerading under the 
names of camps, is glad to see that he has a 
convert to the real thing in Mr. Payne Whit- 
ney, whose log house is thus described by 
the Flushing, L. I., Journal in the following 
clipping : 

"During the week Payne Whitney has en- 
tertained a party of his friends at his estate 
in Manhasset, L. I. The party has enjoyed 
the use of the pretty log cabin which Mr. 
Whitney recently completed on the estate. 
It is one of the most unique features of any 
of the estates of millionaires on Long Island. 
The cabin is as near like that used by the 
early settlers as possible, even to having 
oiled skin in the windows instead of glass. 
The interior of the cabin is sumptuously 
finished with skins and valuable trophies of 
the chase. The cabin is located on part of 
the estate where there is plenty of good hunt- 


This proves that Mr. Whitney is a man 
who keeps abreast of the times, and he uses 
a motor boat to reach his log house on Long 

State Fish and Game Commissioner Z. T. 
Sweeney of Columbus, has sent his report to 
the Auditor of the State of Ohio. It shows 
that up to January 1, 1906, 24,166 hunters' 
licenses were issued by Commissioner 
Sweeney. Of this number 8,000 were issued 
prior to January 1, 1905, which leaves a total 
of 16,166 licenses issued during the year. 
Each license cost $1. ' This money has been 
turned into the state treasury to the credit 
of the commissioner. It will be used princi- 
pally in the enforcement of the game laws of 
the state. 

State Game Warden J. W. Baker, of Cot- 
tage Grove, Ore., has filed his annual report 
with the governor. This is the first report 
since the law was passed requiring all hunt- 
ers to procure a license. The receipt from 
license fees was $17,000, and after meeting all 
legitimate expenses there is a balance of 
$13,000. More arrests were made and fines 
collected for violating the game laws, accord- 
ing to the report, during the year just closed 
than during any previous year. 

State Game Warden Dr. J. A. Wheeler has 
opened a state game preserve on his farm 
near Auburn, 111., where game will be raised 
for distribution over the state. It will be 
stocked with 10,000 quails, 500 prairie chick- 
ens, 500 pheasants, and other game birds. 



What I might term real winter photo- 
graphs, those which we, near the middle 
coast states, are wont to take every winter 
with visions of harboring them up for the 
following dog days when even a look at a 
snow photograph helps to cool us off a 
trifle — real winter photographs have been so 
scarce that it has hardly been worth while 
this season to write about that particular 
branch of photography. But, do you know, 
that with the coming of March, some of the 
best landscape pictures of the year can be 
taken ? 

In early spring, curiously enough, we 
get the best clouds in the skies and given 
a good cloud negative, even the poorest kind 
of a landscape picture takes on a new beauty 
and leaves the other picture, which may be 
ever so good in the foreground, but quite 
white, or bald-headed as it is called, in the 
sky part, far, far behind. Therefore, get out 
your camera at an early date, and try your 
skill at out-of-door scenes with a large pro- 
portion of sky, so that you can use the sky 
portion with other skyless negatives when 
necessary. Unless you use a ray-screen (one 
of those little yellow glass fittings that go 
over the front of the lens) you will find it 
difficult to get your foreground without over- 
exposing the sky part, or if you try only 
for the sky part, your foreground will be 
woefully undeveloped. There is a shutter 
now made called a sky-shade shutter, which 
can be set as desired, and gives the sky a 
rapid exposure, slowing down for the land- 
scape part. I have not had a chance to try 
it myself yet, but the idea is a good one. 

I am frequently asked what books I would 
recommend to the beginner, books that 
would give a thorough working knowledge 
of handling the camera, exposure, develop- 
ment, and the easier forms of printing. The 
number of books published make it rather 
hard for the beginner to choose, and the fact 
that supply dealers generally do not think 
it worth while to stock photographic books 
or periodicals of any kind makes the matter 
still more difficult. Dealers are very short- 
sighted in this respect, for if they could in 
any way assist the beginner to get better 
results he would not so soon become dis- 
couraged and would, in all probability, spend 

a greater part of his income in more supplies. 
For the very beginner, the man who has 
just bought a camera and really does not 
understand the least about it, I can recom- 
mend Clute's A B C of Photography. This 
little book, which only costs 25 cents, is a 
thoroughly satisfactory introduction to ama- 
teur photography, is interestingly written, 
devoid of a lot of technical terms, concise 
and up-to-date. The Eastman Company pub- 
lish a very handsome book at a dollar which 
completely covers the ground of film work, 
with several articles on pictorial photography 
and other matters written by some of our 
more widely known amateurs. This, too, can 
be thoroughly recommended. Todd's First 
and Second steps at 25 and 50 cents are 
good books, but not so good, in my opinion, 
as Clute's. The earlier numbers of the 
"Photo-Miniature," published at 25 cents 
each, are each devoted to one phase of pho- 
tography and possibly cover the ground 
better and more comprehensively than any- 
thing else. A full list of these little hand- 
books can be gotten from any dealer. The 
great mistake the beginner makes is in be- 
lieving that the photographic magazines, of 
which there are any number, are too ad- 
vanced for him. The beginner should sub- 
scribe to one or more of them. If he is in 
doubt which to choose, it is easy enough to 
obtain sample copies from the various pub- 
lishers and to compare them as to his re- 


A reader asks us to give some advice re- 
garding the use of a filter for botanical work 
under a glass roof. We most certainly 
recommend the use of a little yellow screen 
for all flower work, but, of course, this 
should not be used, to get its best results, 
without orthochromatic plates. The increase 
of exposure necessitated by the use of a 
screen is hard to estimate, for the various 
kinds of liquid and single glass screens differ 
in depth of color and require varying expo- 
sures, and while our correspondent, states 
the time of day at which he proposes to make 
the exposures, he does not give the time of 
year. We suggest that this correspondent 
invest in a Wynne meter. It is a slight ex- 
pense that will very soon pay for itself and 
pay also big dividends in the saving of spoilt 
plates and wasted time. Provided with a 
meter, the time of exposure can be most 





accurately gauged and the increased exposure 
for the yellow screen can be ascertained at 
the time of purchase. This is better advice 
than quoting any given time here, which 
may and may not be correct. 

In photograohing flowers, especially those 
with white blossoms and under a glass roof, 
it is often a good plan to stretch a screen 
of some thin colored tissue paper between 
the flowers and the source of the strongest 
light. A sheet of pink tissue will help won- 
derfully in bringing out the delicate half- 
tones of white flowers, for instance, and dif- 
ferent colors can be used as required. This 
paper screen is also excellent when work 
has to be done outdoors. 


Another question that I am frequently 
asked concerns the stop or diaphragm that 
ought to be used in taking any given sub- 
ject. Provided the lens is a modern anas- 
tigmat, I say, use the largest opening the 
lens will give. The beauty of a fine lens 
is that it will, with its largest aperture, give 
perfect definition to its very edges and at 
the same time allow of a very rapid exposure, 
but it must be remembered that this defini- 
tion only extends to a certain depth, and if 
any particular object which is deep is being 
photographed and perfect definition is re- 
quired from back to front the lens must be 
stopped down. The lens should then be 
focused on the centre of the object with 
the largest aperture and then stopped down 
until perfect definition is secured. Do not 
attempt to focus with the lens stopped down. 
A small aperture will give lots of sharpness, 
but all atmospheric quality and effect of dis- 
tance will be lost, and these are the greatest 
charms in landscape photography. 


Do you ever 'get blisters on your bromide 
or gaslight prints? If so, it is largely due 
to your own carelessness. Too strong a 
fixing bath will often give blisters. The 
remedy is obvious. Amateurs are too fond 
of taking up a box of hypo or some com- 
pound fixing salts, and dumping the contents 
into their trays without knowing how much 
water they are using, and frequently the 
bath is away too strong. Again, few ama- 
teurs have a regular washing box for their 
prints. Generally the prints are thrown into 
a basin or tub and the water allowed to 
splash on them freely. This will often cause 
blisters. In warm weather the water, unless 
kept cool, will produce blisters. When blisters 
occur they should be pricked with a fine 
needle from the back of the paper and the 
air squeezed gently out. Do not prick the 
film. If they are small, they can be left to 

themselves, as they will dry out, or they 
can be touched with a pad of cotton dipped 
in alcohol, which will help to reduce them. 
If the paper being used is apt to show blisters, 
the paper can be rubbed on the back, before 
development, with the pad of cotton and 


Here are a few points which are well 
worth remembering: 

Keep your prints well separated when fix- 
ing and washing. 

Developer stains on bromide prints can be 
removed by a solution made up of hypo, one 
ounce; water, five ounces, and potassium 
ferricyanide, ten grains. 

To straighten a print out, pull it over the 
sharp edge of a table or desk drawer, face 
upwards, holding the ends firmly. 

Don't hang your camel's hair dusting brush 
up on a nail in your dark-room. You use it 
for removing dust from your plates, not to 
accumulate all the dirt that is floating around. 

If you keep a basin of water handy when 
you are developing with pyro, and dip your 
fingers in it every time you put them in 
the solution, you will not be so apt to stain 
your finger nails. 


We have much pleasure in publishing the 
awards made by the judge of our Photo- 
graphic Contest, in the competition just 
closed : 

First prize, $25.00 — "Spring-Time," Mr. 
Jos. R. Iglick, Rochester, N. Y. 

Second prize, $10.00 — "Michigan Sugar 
Bush," John A. Barton, Detroit, Mich. 

Third prize, $5.00 — "Bass Fishing at Long 
Beach," Chester M. Whitney, Bayonne, N. J. 

Consolation prizes, $1.00 each — 
Mrs. D. S. Whitehorn. 
H. Beeler. 
Harry Bayliss. 

B. S. Brown. 

Miss Florence Iglick. 
Frances R. Ives. 
Leroy Harris. 
G. C. Embody. 
S. Hawthorne. 

C. H. Wagoner. 
Rannie Smith. 
E. Kelly. 

Fred Sheckler. 
J. A. Faber. 
Grace P. Willard. 
Sam Stevens. 
G. W. Fiske, Jr. 
Jno. S. Perry. 




Of all the problems which confront a man 
in the field, the question of dealing with and 
curing a "'blinker" requires the most careful 
consideration and delicate handling. Flush- 
ing, false pointing, shot breaking, etc., are 
vices which, comparatively speaking, lie close 
to the surface, and may be remedied with an 
ordinary amount of care and good judgment ; 
but the fact that the causes of blinking lie 
far beneath the surface, demands that the 
breaker become intimately acquainted with 
every phase of his dog's disposition and char- 
acter before he may hope to be rid of this 
most disagreeable fault. 

Generally speaking, a "blinker" is a dog 
which is bird shy, but there are so many 
different kinds of blinking that to any one 
who has had experience with them the term 
"bird shy" falls very short of the mark. A 
bad "blinker" is more crazy than shy. In 
fact, the form of blinking which is purely 
shyness is comparatively simple and easy to 
deal with. This most common form often 
develops in puppies during their first ex- 
perience on birds. A puppy may be full of 
ambition, hunt and point, and show no trace 
of timidity, but after he has been down an 
hour or so and found nothing and is a bit 
tired, let him run into the midst of a large 
covey, with birds whirring up on all sides of 
him, or work through a piece of woods with 
singles flushing wild from the dry leaves or 
tree tops to the tune of a fusillade of shots, 
and you have a "blinker" on your hands be- 
fore you know it. At first he may hold hi_s 
point until the bird flushes and then turn 
tail and come to heel — his next point may be- 
abandoned when he hears you stepping up to 
flush, the next — when he thinks you are com- 
ing, and, finally, unless checked, he will de- 
sert his points as fast as he makes them, 
and unless he is in sight all the time you 
may not find many coveys. In this sort of 
thing, an ounce of prevention is worth a 
pound of cure. In the first place, puppies 
should not be hunted long enough to get tired. 
Do not let them get stale, and their nerves 
will stand considerable excitement that might 
ruin them otherwise. In the second place, 
don't try to kill too many birds over your 
puppies. Avoid snap shots at wildly flush- 
ing birds. If the birds are jumping in all 
directions and you see your puppy flinch at 
the sound of their wings, take him up. If 
the first signs appear when he points, the 

sound of your voice may steady him, but if 
he returns to heel and refuses to go back to 
his point at command, you are confronted 
with the urgent necessity of understanding 
the dog with which you have to deal. For 
while one might take courage by your paying 
no attention to him, but going on and flush- 
ing the birds yourself, another may require 
you to at once lay aside your gun and coax 
him to the birds, giving him plenty of time, 
and all the encouragement possible when 
they flush. Gain the dog's confidence and 
give him a little careful work on singles. 
Above all things, in cases of this kind, avoid 
all punishment when working on birds. It is 
very important that the puppy should con- 
nect no idea of physical suffering with the 
finding of the birds. It is partly for this 
reason that I prefer not to work another dog 
with a timid puppy. It may be absolutely 
necessary to punish the other dog, and that 
is apt to frighten the pup and add to his dis- 
gust of the whole affair. 

The second form of blinking is hardly dis- 
tinguishable from the first, except that there 
is less shyness and more of a nervous dread. 
In some cases it is merely an advanced stage 
of the first form, and in others it crops out 
most unexpectedly and the cause is very 
hard to find. The dog will sometimes, after 
being compelled to hold a point longer than 
usual, back off from the birds, seeming to 
relieve the strain on his nerves, and then 
creep up and resume a rigid point ; or he may 
quit his point and circle the birds. (This 
trick is a not uncommon form of blinking, 
and is often overlooked.) Again, he may 
wriggle away from his point, and rush back 
and forth from one side to the other, half 
circling his birds and refusing absolutely to 
be still until the birds are flushed. He then 
shows no signs of fear or timidity, but to the 
contrary may be very ready to break shot 
and chase. These "blinkers" develop a great 
variety of tricks, each according to his_ in- 
dividual character. Some are purely tricky 
or playful, others wildly insane, and some, 
for want of a better term, I must call hys- 
terical. There can be no rule set^ down for 
the treatment of such cases^for it is simply a 
matter of treating each individual some- 
what as you would treat a man who per- 
sisted in making a fool of himself. If he is 
worth bothering with, study his case and all 
the symptoms carefully. Overcome that part 
of the trouble which may be due to timidity, 
and when it is merely a matter of trickery, 




administer punishment at just the right time; 
holding the clog up to his birds by a sharp 
command, or where his disposition will stand 
it, a judicious use of the whip. 

The worst forms of blinking are often de- 
veloped in aged dogs, and if not checked in 
the beginning, are well-nigh incurable. I 
remember well a case of a very "classy" set- 
ter which was well up to Field Trial form. 
He was fast, stylish and perfectly broken, 
and up to the time he was three years old 
had never shown any signs of game shyness 
or blinking. Right in the middle of one sea- 
son he commenced to false point, and we laid 
it to his nose — thought that oerhaps the scent 
being bad caused him to be over-cautious. 
But from false pointing and backing off he 
began to leave his legitimate points, and fin- 
ally we caught him casting off from the 
scent of birds. I have seen him hunt with 
great judgment and perseverance side-hills, 
sedge-field and stubble, and coming down 
wind with a rush, throw his head into the 
air as if going directly to game, only to 
crouch and streak off at right angles, quit 
that field, and go merrily to work to find an- 
other covey. Now this blinking was of the 
kind found in dogs of exceptionally high 
class. A wonderful combination of bone, 
muscle, brain and nerves. Muscles like iron, 
and nerves that govern them in great bursts 
of speed. A powerful and yet delicate mech- 
anism. It is not difficult to understand that 
such an animal may easily be ruined. In this 
particular case, the dog was in no sense shy, 
but was possessed of abundant courage. He 
was a brainy dog — one of the kind that can 
be taught almost anything. A knowledge of 
his disposition decided the course of treat- 
ment, and he was literally driven back to his 
work. At the first sign of crouching (he 
had a peculiar way of dropping his head and 
hind-quarters, which seemed to throw his 
shoulder-folades unnaturally high) he would 
receive a sharp command to "Go on" ; this 
only checked him a bit at first, but two or 
three commands generally held him up to 
the game long enough to give his handler 
an opportunity of getting to him with the 
whip, and then the modus operandi was not 
unlike that of driving a shying horse. A 
quick, positive order to stand up to his work, 
and a well-timed stroke of the whip would 
straighten him and take all the nonsense out 
of him. It was a hard battle and required 
much patience and some cross-country run- 
ning on the part of his handler, for if he came 
on game when out of reach of voice, that 
experience scored a point in favor of the vice 
and greatly weakened the force of previous 
lessons. If he had not been extremely game, 
of course, this treatment would have been a 
dismal failure; but on the other hand, a dog 
of more ordinary quality is not apt to develop 
that peculiar form of blinking. 

In the case of a "classy," high-strung dog, 
with a disposition that won't stand the whip, 
the problem is a still more difficult one. The 

principal thing to bear in mind is that you 
must keep your dog in sight as much as is 
possible without seriously restricting his 
range, and make him realize that you will 
not permit him to dodge the issue ; whether 
you enforce your wishes by moral suasion 
or otherwise. Remember that the dog that 
begins by abandoning his points or circling 
the birds is liable to end by dodging the 
game altogether. 


Editor Recreation : 

Please answer through your magazine : 
Is the beagle hound a separate and distinct 
breed of dog by itself, or is it a breed pro- 
duced from some others? If so, what are 
they and what is the difference between the 
beagle and the harrier? This information 
to settle a dispute. 

F. G. Bee, Columbus, Ohio. 

The beagle has been a recognized breed 
at least since the days of Queen Elizabeth. 
How it was originally produced we do not 
know ; probably by crossing some species 
of hound with a terrier. 

The difference between the beagle and 
harrier is quite marked. The beagle is two 
or three inches lower at the shoulder, has 
a different shaped head, and is altogether a 
less powerful dog. The old-fashioned harrier 
is possibly nearly extinct, most of the Eng- 
lish packs of so-called harriers being simply 
dwarf fox hounds. — Editor. 


The thirtieth show of the Westminster 
Kennel Club, which was held in Madison 
Square Garden, New York, on February 12, 
13, 14 and 15, was certainly the biggest and 
grandest show ever held on this side of the 

In many classes even the largest of the 
English shows were eclipsed, and it is quite 
evident that dogs and dog shows are be- 
coming more popular each year in the United 
States. And this is as it should be, for if 
dog shows are not an unmixed blessing, yet 
their influence on the whole is for good. 

When, as result of inbreeding and false 
standards, a breed becomes weedy, delicate 
and lacking in intelligence, it does not take 
dog fanciers long to awaken to the true 
facts of the case, and then a reaction soon 
sets in. 

Mr. James Mortimer, the superintendent, 
and the various gentlemen who judged the 
classes of this show are deserving of the 
greatest credit for its magnificent success. 
Some of the smaller shows could learn a 
lot by following the methods adopted at 
Madison Square Garden last month. Al- 
though there were almost two thousand en- 
tries, the great hall was sweet and well 
ventilated to the end. The dogs were well 
benched, well fed, well cared for and well 




A few words about striped bass fishing, 
which is the greatest sport of all salt-water 
angling; they were also caught in fresh water, 
such as the upper Hudson, Connecticut and 
Susquehanna Rivers and upper Chesapeake 

In years gone by before our local waters 
were polluted by oil and other refuse, striped 
bass were caught in goodly numbers around 
Hell Gate, where it was essential for one to 
have a guide to row the boat and to know 
the haunts of these gamy fish, as the fishing 
was done by trolling. I have been told that 
where the railroad docks are in Jersey City 
and Hoboken striped bass from one to 
five pounds were taken in great abundance. 
The Battery was also a well-known place for 
them, as the tides of the North and East 
Rivers coming together formed many strong 
eddies where striped bass could always he 
found if in the vicinity. Liberty Island was 
also a noted ground for them. At last these 
local waters got so polluted with oil and ref- 
use that the fish gradually departed or did 
not linger long enough for the angler to 
catch them. If an angler was fortunate 
enough to catch one the sumptuous meal he 
reckoned upon was spoiled by the taste of oil, 
which has tainted the waters. I have taken 
striped bass on the Hudson as far up as New- 
burgh. Along the Connecticut shores are very 
good places, especially Stamford; here one 
needs a guide, unless he is thoroughly ac- 
quainted with the waters, for to fish for 
striped hass outside of their haunts is like 
looking for a needle in a haystack. There are 
also good places along the north shore of 
Long Island, also the south shore, which I 
will come to later. In each of these places 
before one begins to fish for striped bass I 
would advise him to learn what bait is used 
and what are the best tides ; for in one place 
they only fish high water, while in another 
last of the flood and first of the ebb. In go- 
ing to a strange place to fish I always try to 
have an extra day which I put on the first 
of my trip, so if possible to learn all I can 
about this particular place ; for instance, the 
first time I went to Montauk Point, Long 
Island, which is at the extreme easterly end, 
[ stopped at the Dickerson House, which is 
about four or five miles from the depot, and 
from there to the extreme end of the island 

the bank is thirty to sixty feet above the 
water. At high water I have seen the seas 
break against the bank. Well, I asked Mr. 
Dickerson where the best place was to catch 
striped bass or the king of our local waters, 
and he told me just the place, about three 
miles east of his house, very easy to find; if 
I would, just stop at a cottage that was situ- 
ated between two small lakes, the gentleman 
there would show me. As I approached the 
cottage I saw a jolly good fellow, who said 
"Why, certainly," and we footed it about half 
a mile further eastward, and he said, "There 
you are, but sorry to say the tide is not right ; 
if you can, be here to-morrow morning about 
eight o'clock, two hours before high water. 
You can have about four hours' fishing." It 
is needless to say I was there, as well as the 
friend I had made the day before ; and as I 
was not acquainted with the waters, I placed 
myself in his charge and did as I was told. 
He told me to use the largest hook I had. As 
luck would have it I .had just the hook; he 
used io.o hand-made Harrison. I filled 
the hook and some distance upon the leader 
with white worms. I judge I put on twelve 
-or fifteen; then cast as far seaward as pos- 
sible, about two hundred feet. We had 
fished fully one ihour, and no striped bass. 
I cleaned my hook and leader and put on a 
new supply of bait. This time I made an 
extra long cast, and before I had taken up 
my slack the rod was 'most taken from my 
hands by the strike I got. He called, "You 
have got him !" I well knew it, for my friend 
on the hook end of the line was no land lub- 
ber ; he was anxious to go as far out to sea 
as possible, and I was just as anxious he 
should ; so on he went, taking out about four 
hundred feet of six-thread line. I could not 
put much strain on my fish, as I always use 
light tackle, that is, the line and rod. Well, 
after about twenty-five minutes of fun I suc- 
ceeded in landing a beautiful striped bass 
weighing twenty-eight pounds. My friend 
got two smaller ones, twelve and eighteen 
pounds. The next day was banner day; we 
caught fifteen as pretty striped bass as one 
would wish to look at. Our fun commenced 
with our first cast, and continued for three 
hours. I should say we lost as many as we 
caught, for it is very difficult to fish at Mon- 
tauk; you are standing on a very rocky 
beach, and you can see those large rocks 
projecting from the water two or three hun- 




dred feet out, and as a rule if your fish goes 
around one your line will be cut, as they are 
full of barnacles. Our fish weighed fourteen 
to thirty-seven pounds. I did not get the 
largest, but I had a very nice one that 
weighed thirty-one and a half pounds. The 
next two days we had a southeast storm, so 
I left for home. 

I go to Montauk every summer about the 
10th of August, and remain three or four 
weeks. To those going clown I would advise 
to take in August and get the full moon tides, 
which I find the best. Trolling along the 
Connecticut you will find the dark moon a 
very favorable time. 

The largest striped bass caught at Montauk 
with rod and reel, I believe, was fifty-six 
pounds. Narragansett holds the record for 
striped bass — ninety-seven pounds. 

Next we will take a trip to Port De Posit, 
Md., on the Susquehanna River. Until a few 
years ago striped bass, or rock fish, as they 
call them south, was unknown to the angler, 
but was always noted for black bass. Now 
Port De Posit is noted for its striped bass 
fishing, although it be fresh water. These 
fish, in early spring, go up the Susquehanna 
River to spawn and after spawning return to 
the Chesapeake Bay. The river is very shal- 
low and rocky, has a very swift current, 
which makes it difficult to row a boat, and 
if one is not acquainted it is useless for him 
to try it; so we always telegraph ahead for a 
guide, who takes you out between three and 
five o'clock in the morning. These guides 
cost from three to five dollars a day. After 
rowing you about an hour you come to a 
basin which lies to one side. These basins 
are from two hundred to five hundred feet 
long and one hundred and fifty feet wide. 
Here you use a light rod seven and a half 
feet long, 2.0 reel and light line ; you 
always want a reel that will hold six hun- 
dred feet of line. Attach your line to a very 
small swivel; to other end of swivel at- 
tach three-foot leader not over three strands, 
to which attach a 6.0 O'Shaughnessy hook 
with small spoon attached to upper end of 
hook. They are called the Susquehanna 
trolling hook; all large dealers have them. 
Put on three or four nice bloodworms and 
allow your line to run out about one hun- 
dred feet, if possible one hundred and fifty 
feet; for the farther your hook is away from 
the boat the better. If your guide is a good 
one, you do not need any sinker, for he will 
only row fast enough to keep your hook 
about twelve or fifteen inches below the sur- 
face ; if he is a fast rower put on about one- 
fourth ounce sinker. If you do not strike 
them in one basin move on to the next, and 
so on until you find the striped bass, and 
once you find him your fun has commenced. 
It is the greatest sport on earth to catch 
striped bass from a boat, and if you have 
never tried it take in Port De Posit this com- 

ing season and see if I am not right. Why, 
I caught one that weighed nineteen pounds, 
and 1 was sure he would pull me out of the 
boat; but after thirty minutes of great fun 
and anxiety I succeeded in landing him. My 
guide said it was one of the largest he had 
ever seen taken, and he had less trouble, for 
at that time the guides had to handle the fish 
by rowing their boat; the anglers, as a rule, 
had only black bass tackle. All I wanted 
him to do was to hold the boat and I could 
then handle the fish just as if I were on the 
shore. The largest catch of striped bass I 
ever heard of was on the Susquehanna River, 
about ten or twelve years ago, when two 
anglers caught in three days one hundred and 
sixty-one fish weighing over one thousand 
pounds. Before going to Port De Posit it is 
advisable to write and find out the conditions 
of the water, that is, if the river is clear; if 
so, go down and you will have plenty of 

Along the New Jersey coast is one grand 
place for surf fishing, especially in the neigh- 
borhood of Asbury Park, where they take 
bass weighing from one and a half pounds to 
forty-eight pounds. At Asbury Park there is 
a large fishing club named after the place ; it 
has about 130 members, and the majority can 
be seen at different times from May to No- 
vember angling for striped bass. It was here 
that I did my first angling, and I have been 
rewarded by many a fine bass. The seasons 
of 1900 and 1901 were record-breakers, espe- 
cially 1901. Why, a twelve or fifteen-pound 
bass was looked upon as small fry.^ Every- 
body was getting bass that would weigh from 
eighteen to forty pounds. Just think of it, 
on June 19 or 20, 1901, there were taken some 
thirty fish that weighed over fifteen pounds. 
Those two years have a historical record with 
the anglers. I might note why I think the 
bass were so numerous those two years. The 
beach as far out as 200 feet was just covered 
with young skimmers or sea clams, and these 
the anglers used as bait, which they picked 
up on the beach as they wanted them. 

As a rule we use bloodworms in early sea- 
son up to July 15 and after that sheddar 
crabs; but we always use the small skimmers 
when we can get them, no matter if it is the 
spring or fall run. One thing is necessary 
when fishing from the beach, and that is to 
select the proper places. It is a good idea 
to walk along the beach at low tide and note 
the holes and see if they have a lead out to 
the bar. A lead is a channel leading out in 
the ocean; it is through these leads that the 
bass come in to feed along the beach. Never 
fisih in the centre of the hole, but along the 
edges where the water runs off the flat ; here 
you will see eddies and in these eddies make 
your cast. It is hard to say whether it is the 
long or medium caster that gets the largest 
and most fish. I have seen all the fish taken 
on long casts and another time seventy-five 



feet or even less was sufficient. One must 
fish all the water his time will allow him. 
In fishing the surf always put on a large 
amount of bait. 

Now, I will say a few words about tackle. 
Let us select a rod first. The old-style joint- 
ed rod is very little used by striped bass ang- 
lers, as the ferrule is liable to be bent; also, 
the edges of the ferrule acts as a knife blade, 
and if a iheavy strain is put on it, it is liable 
to break at this point, so we have laid that 
style rod away, and adopted a one-piece rod 
as we call it; the tip is from five feet seven 
inches to six feet long, with two sets of agate 
guides, one set on each side of rod; the first 
set is ten or eleven inches from the tip, which 
should be German silver with an agate in the 
end, and the other set about two 'feet from 
the first; then on the butt-end have a fer- 
rule and dowel, and this fits in a reel seat 
which is mounted on a butt eighteen to thirty 
inches long. I prefer a butt about twenty- 
two inches long; it can be handled easier. 
Always have your salt-water rods mounted 
in German silver, as the mountings can be 
cleaned and appear as good as new. Nickel 
mountings soon lose their lustre and nickel. 
A hand-made split bamboo is the best, and 
very expensive, so we as a rule use Green- 
heart or Bethabara, never Lancewood; and 
the time is coming when Greenheart and 
Bethabara will be of little use, for it is get- 
ting poorer and poorer each year. I suppose 
by that time the hand-made split bamboo will 
be in the reach of all. 

As to the reel, never use any reel but one 
made of hard rubber and German silver. 
2.0 reel will do, but get a 3.0 if 
possible; it is well worth the differ- 
ence in expense, and holds half again 
as much line, and as we always break 
off some line after fishing you still 
have a good amount on your reel, and 
always get a first-class reel. Edward Vom 
Hofe and his brother, Julius Vom Hofe, 
make the best reels in the market. 

As to the line, you want the best that 
money can purchase; all linen eighteen-thread 
special is the most universally used line, as if 
is strong, light and durable. Always get a 
600-foot line. 

The leaders should be five-ply best gut 
twenty-four inches long. ' 

There are a number of hooks, but I pre- 
fer the O'Shaughnessy hand-forged, which 
should be looped with gut five-ply, and have 
the loop about five or six inches long. 

Use a treble swivel, and a three or four 
ounce pyramid lead for casting from the 

Trusting this will be interesting as well 
as beneficial to Recreation readers, I await 
the time for striped bass fishing to commence 


When the sun shines warm at noon time, 
When the snow banks melt away 

Into tiny lakes and puddles, 
And the eaves drip all the day — 

Then I feel a sort of fever, 
One that seems someway to bring 

All the spirit of the forest, 
All the waking of the spring. 

When we scalded out the buckets, 
When we used to scour the pan, 

Hoop the barrel and make ready 
When the sugaring began. 

Then we hung the wooden buckets, 
And we builded up the arch, 

When the sap was sweet and flowing 
In the sugar month of March. 

When the pigeons flew above us 
Like a cloud with many wings — 

When from bogs we heard the croaking 
Where the bullfrog early sings — 

Have you heard the fire's soft sputter 
When the logs were green and wet! 

Have you seen those flames like devils 
Leap and laugh — 'tis great — you bet ! 

Did you ever through the darkness 

See the will-o'-wisp — afar — 
See that light so weird — and wavering — 

When the sky held not a star? 

Scott ! you should have seen us hustle, 
Leastways when we had a run — 

Boiling nights, and even Sundays, 
Though 'twas then we had the fun. 

All the boys about would gather — 

Smoke until the air was blue, 
And we had a feast most royal 

When they brought a fowl or two. 

Mother's mince pies, plump with raisins, 
Twisted doughtnuts fresh and brown, 

Now and then a sip of cider — 
Beat the swellest meal in town. 

And the amber-colored syrup — 

Ah, again, what do you say? 
Did we scrape the pan, well, really, 

Guess you'd thought it looked that way! 

'Tis the syrup that's left clinging, 
Which is sweetest of the sweet — 

Whittle out a wooden paddle — 
Try it once — it can't be beat. 

Yes, I feel it in the sunshine ! 

And it seems someway to bring 
Back the spirit of the forest 

With the waking of the spring. 



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The "Voyages of the Discovery," by Capt. 
Robert Scott, R. N., are two splendid vol- 
umes published by Scribners and we con- 
gratulate the author, the publisher and the 
public on the production of these books of 
real old-fashioned adventure and achieve- 
ment. Captain Scott of the Royal Navy 
should by all rights be an American ; he 
talks like one and acts like one. There is 
nothing stilted, formal or egotistical in his 
account, and the story is told in a bright, 
breezy manner with a boyish enthusiasm 
which makes it as intensely interesting as 
Robin Crusoe, or Swiss Family Robinson. 
And this without in any manner detracting 
from its great scientific and scholarly value. 

Then there is a charming exhibition of a 
real love and appreciation when he speaks 
of the dogs, seals and those most comical 
and interesting birds, the penguins. 

While the trip was not devoid of great 
suffering, and even tragedy, the explorers 
had plenty